<?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-8209277217693698060</id><updated>2012-01-30T23:38:13.008-05:00</updated><category term='dark'/><category term='spanish'/><category term='die'/><category term='naruto'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='news'/><category term='outside'/><category term='IX Center'/><category term='screaming'/><category term='nightmare'/><category term='zack'/><category term='Leah'/><category term='pretty'/><category term='hyper'/><category term='vampire'/><category term='relax'/><category term='supa hero'/><category term='Caramel'/><category term='summer'/><category term='cough'/><category term='trains'/><category 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over'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='kissing'/><category term='nick'/><category term='winter'/><category term='man patch'/><category term='kevin'/><category term='homework'/><category term='lucky'/><category term='insane'/><category term='weeeeeeeee'/><category term='pwned'/><category term='internet'/><category term='finished'/><category term='girls day out'/><category term='eyes'/><category term='guy'/><category term='y Voyages'/><category term='warm fuzzies'/><category term='meh'/><category term='wrong'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='boobs'/><category term='level'/><category term='hobo gloves'/><category term='drunk guy'/><category term='Nort'/><category term='booze'/><category term='burday'/><category term='bored'/><category term='happy'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='ghost'/><category term='book'/><category term='blog'/><category term='wafting'/><category term='most more later'/><category term='parents'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='super bowl'/><category term='awake'/><category term='food'/><category term='melvin'/><category term='house'/><category term='mall'/><category term='colors'/><category term='fail'/><category term='damage'/><category term='snow'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='dunker day'/><category term='hoodie'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Life Under The Moonlight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>508</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6223371816416782313</id><published>2012-01-30T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T23:38:13.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype Yo</title><content type='html'>I have finally gotten on Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been talking wiff Rachel for a few days. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also got me into My Drunk Kitchen. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been...well, school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta work on my eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited for Colossal Con too.  Rachel and I were looking at hotel rooms. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to think of some cute outfits to wear...hmmm...or just sexy.  I like sexy. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small snack and then bed. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-6223371816416782313?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6223371816416782313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6223371816416782313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6223371816416782313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6223371816416782313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2012/01/skype-yo.html' title='Skype Yo'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-442191366773223418</id><published>2012-01-18T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:38:37.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawning</title><content type='html'>So when I yawn, I stick my arms in the air, and lean back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means my boobs stick out reeeally far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  So here's how lunch went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: *finishes sammich and yawns* *goes on computer instead of studying for geo quiz next period*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Card Game Nerd Boy: *glance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Card Game Nerd Boy: *whispering to friend* I hope she yawns again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: *Looks over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Card Game Nerd Boy: FUCK SHE HEARD ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tables Around Us: *stare at magic card game nerd boy like WTF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  Lunch was interesting today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-442191366773223418?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/442191366773223418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=442191366773223418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/442191366773223418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/442191366773223418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2012/01/yawning.html' title='Yawning'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-5336273271986788907</id><published>2012-01-17T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:04:16.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Coming...</title><content type='html'>Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's more like mini pieces of hail than snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to bb-sit Wednesday, but I still have to Thursday which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Dance Moms.  &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got a Skype so I can talk to miss Rayychal. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-5336273271986788907?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/5336273271986788907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=5336273271986788907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5336273271986788907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5336273271986788907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s Coming...'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-9206383671299675003</id><published>2012-01-15T14:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:14:35.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rethinking</title><content type='html'>After talking with a few people, I was convinced enough that the realization is all I need and that you're not even worth saying what I was about to express to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may share with some people things my friends do that I don't agree with.  That doesn't mean that the first thing out of my mouth to them in greeting is something like "Hey, oh you STILL don't have your license yet?"  I have enough fucking respect for them not to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're going to do things I'm not going to agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to do things that they're not going to agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting those things and respecting your friends regardless of that is what a real relationship is- whether it be a friendship or even a partnership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat your friends like your patients and you won't have them for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really wish I would have kicked you out of my house that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-9206383671299675003?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/9206383671299675003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=9206383671299675003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/9206383671299675003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/9206383671299675003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2012/01/rethinking.html' title='Rethinking'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-3557484999315791508</id><published>2012-01-13T23:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:07:32.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Thinking</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning, I woke up to a much needed realization.  It came in the form of strength and acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a cruel type at that, but strength and acceptance all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a lot over this last year and many things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I realized there are still some loose ends that need to be tied up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the year, I tried to tie them up before, but I've come to understand that it wasn't done in the right manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night I was trying to tie them up, there was something I should have said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still asking myself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already apologized to one of my best friends for not speaking up and not realizing that I should have until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm halfway done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working on my next 'apology' tomorrow and hopefully will get it out by tomorrow night or by Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depresses me yet excites me at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apology isn't going to be nice,  no.  It's just going to be filled with truth- and let's face it, sometimes the truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they may or may not even give a shit about it.  I don't even think they give a shit about me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply for closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I'm just as much as a bitch as I am nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-3557484999315791508?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/3557484999315791508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=3557484999315791508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3557484999315791508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3557484999315791508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Thinking'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-3211965186255242682</id><published>2012-01-06T22:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T22:17:02.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That School Thing</title><content type='html'>School starts Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I don't have my books yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Cuz I don't feel like wasting any  more fucking money...  I refuse to buy a book until I know that we will absolutely need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. I don't have my parking pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I applied to late to have it sent and I actually need to go down to pick it up...and I lost my old one (which expired anyways but I though maybe if I at least had something up in my window the campus popo wouldn't notice...) aaaand, since I'm so cheap I'm not driving down their again this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. I have classes 5 days a week now instead of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know a lot of people have classes everyday too.  But with the commuting AND work, it's gonna be a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Those classes I have 5 days a week...I don't give a fuck about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.  We struggled enough in INTERMEDIATE math.  Which was actually like our pre-calc in high school...ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.  I knew I would have to take this being a business major...but I just...hate economics...maybe it's because my high school class was super boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  I can handle that.  It's not chemistry so I won't die...nothing is more fun than learning about rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.  Should have taken that last semester...may have to take a summer class...gonna see if I can avoid that and just take an extra class next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess half of the classes are okay (English &amp; Geology) and the other have are just going to be the ones that kill me every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I get out earlier...12:55.  So I'll have plenty of time to do homework etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I'll get to spend plenty of money on gas getting to said classes too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have my friends and my Mikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else has a less stress 2nd semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm halfway done with college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were younger we couldn't even believe that we would be IN college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sillies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-3211965186255242682?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/3211965186255242682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=3211965186255242682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3211965186255242682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3211965186255242682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-school-thing.html' title='That School Thing'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-53742830964011856</id><published>2011-12-31T00:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:49:35.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>Just got back from sitting at Apple Bees for over 4 hours with my golf girlies.  Good times I tell you, gooood times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-53742830964011856?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/53742830964011856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=53742830964011856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/53742830964011856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/53742830964011856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/12/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-1245295593823004635</id><published>2011-12-27T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:56:11.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slushy</title><content type='html'>Yes.  It's pretty outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather have it be ugly and rainy out than up my risk of getting into an accident just for the sake of it being 'pretty'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday was good.  Got to spend time with family members and best of all my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got him a biiig gift this year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J0f0KiUfHtQ/Tvpoyz0jJWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7Ny5YjcYC1o/s1600/imagejpeg_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J0f0KiUfHtQ/Tvpoyz0jJWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7Ny5YjcYC1o/s400/imagejpeg_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690976301249406306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to be all covert ops to get it because the watch stand was right across from Subway where he was working at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got me this really pretty gold necklace with my birthstone on it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, aside from the big gifts, I must say my favorite so far is my Forever Lazy my dad got me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I look like a smurf in a jumpsuit this thing is so effing comfy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jj and I went shopping together today and then hit up pizza hut =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting here bored...work tomorrow...probably gonna be super slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a good holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-1245295593823004635?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/1245295593823004635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=1245295593823004635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1245295593823004635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've made some amends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't help thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he never defended you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when he knew he was the one who did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask for an apology nor do I care if I get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even so I think I deserve one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if I did get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think he's a fucking asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I openly admit I'm a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I apologized and made an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see none on his part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't give any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's his decision to try, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sure I'm way better off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With out him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Though...'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-864549973970053437</id><published>2011-12-15T22:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:06:34.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>;aldskjfa;uorvk;afsjv</title><content type='html'>I couldn't think of a title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with my honey today.  He got me to try playing C.O.D on Live, on the hardcore level.  Got a three kill streak (kay, so it's not that good...but being it was my first time playing it EVER, I'm proud...) and killed 7 peeps and only died twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skillz that killz. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love L4D more though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Mikey help hook up Dave's subs that he got him and then picked up Makenna from her school.  After baby sitting I went to the store to get some milk and tampons (an interesting combination...).  I can't believe some of the prices on some tampons...I don't know why women would pay so much for something they stuck up their vagina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched some Darker Than Black when I got home and now I'm ready for bed.  Got work and then my first corporate x-mas dinner! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-864549973970053437?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/864549973970053437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=864549973970053437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/864549973970053437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/864549973970053437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/12/aldskjfauorvkafsjv.html' title=';aldskjfa;uorvk;afsjv'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-3538930758575674354</id><published>2011-12-14T18:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:19:10.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>I just wanna beat people in the face.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't watch the news anymore...it just gets me in that kind of mood.  Too many stupid people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been fun, got a bonus and a raise so that'll be nice.  Nice to have a day off tomorrow though.  Probably sleep in and hang out with my honey. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to get very used to the idea that he is very likely 'the one', being my only lover or not.  Life doesn't go as planned, but it could always be worse, and if this is as bad as it gets then I'm just fine with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got my first corporate dinner to go to too this Friday!  I'm super excited! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-3538930758575674354?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/3538930758575674354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=3538930758575674354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3538930758575674354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3538930758575674354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-8409043077183348378</id><published>2011-12-11T15:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:01:32.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Furniture Sliders</title><content type='html'>After going to Walgreens and being told they sold out yesterday and that they weren't getting back anymore of them, then going to CVS where the old lady I asked looked at me as if I were a lunatic and that theses sliders didn't even exist and THEN going to WalMart and asking someone who told me they were in the furniture aisle (makes sense) and &lt;b&gt;THEN&lt;/b&gt; being told they were in the hardware section (makes little sense) I finally found them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad is thinking about getting another kitten...we found one that we both love up at Pet Co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I PASSED MY MATH CLASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WITH A C+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hellz yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-8409043077183348378?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/8409043077183348378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=8409043077183348378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8409043077183348378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8409043077183348378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/12/furniture-sliders.html' title='Furniture Sliders'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-3139987220314389272</id><published>2011-12-08T20:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:05:06.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Exam</title><content type='html'>I'm so not studying.  I already have a super A in the class (it also comes with a cape) and it's Speech...PLUS it's all multiple choice/T/F so it should be super easy...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We set up our Christmas tree finally, ornaments and all! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I'll be chillin at Marc's par-tay with Mikey and friends.  Should be really fun.  It's also his Mama's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May start writing (again)?  Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-3139987220314389272?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/3139987220314389272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=3139987220314389272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3139987220314389272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3139987220314389272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-exam.html' title='Last Exam'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-3944768328549775167</id><published>2011-12-05T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:57:13.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Math.</title><content type='html'>Time to get off my ath and do some math.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fucking nightmare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna keep my hopes down so if I did do bad I'll just be like 'kay' but if I managed to pass I'll party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We set up part of the Christmas tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of starting to write again.  Book needs some mega re-working and planning though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-3944768328549775167?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/3944768328549775167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=3944768328549775167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3944768328549775167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3944768328549775167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/12/math.html' title='Math.'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-8841173661540335661</id><published>2011-12-04T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:39:49.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>Time to blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week has been very busy.  Had a math test on Wednesday, then my Ethics exam Friday and work/baby sitting between that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently my math grade is a C.  I need a C- to pass.  If I get 102/200 on my exam I can still pass with a C-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate these make/break your grade tests. XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished with a B in psych.  Probably could have had an A+ if I tried harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speech exam this Friday too (yes, I know, who the eff has an actual test in a SPEECH class?!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday I did 100 math problems from the final exam packet and then went over to Mikey's to hang out.  I was feeling pretty depressed cuz I got a D+ on that test I took on Wednesday...meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did some more math problems Sat. then went to my Aunt Debbie's funeral.  He 'soul mate' had passed.  He had stones disease (when your organs get all hard...pretty sure that's what ya call it).  The day before he died (which they knew it was his last day) he had a priest give him his final rights and then got all his $ in order as well as his funeral and then just asked Debbie to lay with him and he died in her arms around 2:30AM.  I think it's a bit of a beautiful tragedy if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad walked in on Michael and me last night...we weren't doing it yet, and even though he knows we do it it's still a fucking mood kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm planning on having the family watch Limitless on Netflix for our next family movie night.  It's a good one. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had lunch with my two Aunt's (Dad's sisters) and then Dad took me to the cemetery where I gave my Grandma and Grandpa their letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-8841173661540335661?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/8841173661540335661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=8841173661540335661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8841173661540335661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8841173661540335661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6509540385185993272</id><published>2011-11-28T23:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:30:13.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I wrote a letter to my Grandma and Grandpa today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to take it to their grave on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-6509540385185993272?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6509540385185993272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6509540385185993272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6509540385185993272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6509540385185993272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-4995365586975215783</id><published>2011-11-26T14:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T14:52:52.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Giving Break</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...recap....lets see...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was a total fucking waste of gas and time.  Thanks University of Akron.  I could have made how much money at work that day and instead I sat through 1 math class (which I did need to go to) then spent the rest of the day in 2 5 second classes and sitting on my ass in the library for hours (where a creepy guy kept winking at me continuously) only for 5 extra credit points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept in and spent most of the day watching Bones and helping my Mom around the kitchen a bit.  I already set the table the night before (beautifully if I do say so myself), and Jj was at Scott's making a 2nd Turkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family came over around 4:30.  Mom, Scott, and I all had a Cranberry Lime Smirnoff (my favorite out of them) and at like little piggies.  The turkey was good and very juicy.  Grandma stayed late to play Scrabble with Jj and myself and Michael drove over and joined us towards the end of the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He and I then 'watched' Due Date and snuggled then he left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went black Friday shopping with Dev!  We hit Wal Mart (shitty deals), Dots (awesome bras for $6.50), Rue 21 (amazing deals; guys hoodies for $7, shirts and skirts for $3-$9, nice panties for $1 and belts for only $2!) and Kohls (where I got my Mom kitchen seat cushions for her Christmas present and realized that I either spent/lost my $25 Kohls gift card...so I had to pay the $38 for them...AND THEY WERE ON SALE.  WTF?!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got her a belt with an owl on it for her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dev and I also went to Steak and Shake and enjoyed some chicken fingers and fries and talked about life. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went over to Michael's around 11PM and we watched Jackass 2 on TV and he made me some effing amazing pancakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom's birthday today (she's 54, shhhhhhh!).  It's already chaos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott came over to give Mom her present he got for her and also to bring news to Jj and after he told him NO he CANNOT play games on his computer Jj did actually play games on his computer.  Turns out, the games required you to pay to play them and despite the fact jj had cards with money on them he accidentally hit some button that charged my Uncle's credit card.  $75+ and 4 hours at the bank later, he was here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has to change all his credit card numbers, his debit card number, everything because the last time he stole money off of my mom's credit card to pay for one of his games and shit someone else got the number too and we had to suffer through 3 years of identity fraud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jj is in deep shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad got Mom a laptop for her birthday (which I think is a waste of money, she doesn't know shit about computers...except how to screw them up) and a wireless printer for the whole house.  I'm going to get the old printer when I move out (hopefully in a year or two...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we're just waiting for her to get into the 'present chair' for her to open them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-4995365586975215783?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/4995365586975215783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=4995365586975215783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4995365586975215783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4995365586975215783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/11/t-giving-break.html' title='T-Giving Break'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-667420357634730851</id><published>2011-11-23T11:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:53:37.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future</title><content type='html'>I asked Micheal last night if he ever thought/wanted to sleep with more than one girl before he finally met 'the one'.  He said it didn't care and rather it is with just me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to say he's the one, simply because I'm so young, but I'm pretty sure he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I want him to be the ONLY one that I've slept with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to experience different brands of sex with different people.  Wanted to explore and find out what I really liked bedroom wise.  I didn't plan nor have I ever wanted to be one of those married couples that go 'ya know, you were the only one I've been with, ever since high school'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I feel bad for couples that are like that.  It just seems so blah and boring to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No adventure.  No fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me feel disappointed in my love life knowing that (at this point) Michael is probably going to be the only one for me (long term wise).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him and I'm glad he probably is 'the one' but...I just didn't think I'd find my 'one' so soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not ready for 'the one' yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm too afraid to lose him.  Too afraid to break him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not that selfish where I would leave something so great just to go fuck a couple of guys and gals just for the sake of having a more adventurist love life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But dammit I hate fairy tale relationships/high school sweethearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-667420357634730851?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/667420357634730851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=667420357634730851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/667420357634730851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/667420357634730851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/11/future.html' title='Future'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-1695396588613465377</id><published>2011-11-21T22:45:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:59:40.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Even though I am with the most wonderful man in the world that loves me, cherishes me, and will do anything to keep me safe and happy and I feel just as strongly about him...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had a girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had always planned on letting college be the time where I experimented with that and really got to know my true lez side.  I even imagined bringing her home and to one of the family reunions just so my family could sneer at us as we walked around proudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd convince Michael to have a threesome if I wasn't so selfish and wanted her all to myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather at least like to be able to go and do the dirty with a girl one night and then come back to Michael (he would know all about it) with no consequence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all sounds almost cruel.  Whenever I feel that way now I'll just listen to my Ashley song.  Maybe then I'll stop wishing about what I'm missing out on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-1695396588613465377?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/1695396588613465377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=1695396588613465377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1695396588613465377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1695396588613465377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-5833378225320116300</id><published>2011-11-20T22:57:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:16:48.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>Jj had his surgery this Friday (as you all know).  I skipped school, snuggled with Mikey for about an hour until I got the call that Jj was out of surgery.  Then I drove to party station and got him a smiley face balloon and made it to the hospital before he woke up. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e7X9h0U881U/TsnNiP2ItrI/AAAAAAAAAfk/t6sQp0WtQDQ/s1600/1118111453.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e7X9h0U881U/TsnNiP2ItrI/AAAAAAAAAfk/t6sQp0WtQDQ/s200/1118111453.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294793530062514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ended up coming home after that and pretty much slept the whole weekend.  Dad and I drove all the way down to Cleveland to get Jj and sub from Grums.  I had him listen to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah' but Lil John and Usher. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we played pool downstairs and had some interesting conversations.  It was pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I bought some x-mas gifts online and from CVS and grabbed Jj some McDonalds french fries.  Helped him with some ice packs for his leg and gave him his meds before heading off to Mikey's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had some fun and then went to the park and had an adventure because it was nice out.  He played a song for me called 'Ashley' by Escape the Fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/ashley_lyrics_escape_the_fate.html"&gt;http://www.lyricsmania.com/ashley_lyrics_escape_the_fate.html&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;--- Lyrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got 100% on my math quiz.  Which is good because it's the one class I'm kind of hanging by a thread.  Need a C- to pass.  Have a C+ now.  Better do pretty well on that final...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's about it for a recap of the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone else hand a good one too =)&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/8209277217693698060-5833378225320116300?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/5833378225320116300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=5833378225320116300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5833378225320116300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='Sigh?'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6724716325785606169</id><published>2011-11-18T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:04:00.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes and Snacks</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those quizzes where you're completely rocking the whole front side of the page and then you turn it over and go 'wtf is this shit?!'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just had one of those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I forgot my bag of snacks in my car....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I skip out of classes early today (psych and ethics) I can eat them on the way to and in the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I care more about my brother's surgery than school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-6724716325785606169?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6724716325785606169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6724716325785606169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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just gonna say it right now, you're either blind or dumb) I changed my blog template.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to go bright (like a flower or something) but then again, I wanted it to be of something I really loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if it's one thing I love, it's the moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it appears (almost) every night, I'm amazed by it every time I look up.  To me it represents power, beauty, and grace.  If anything, moon light is my favorite thing in the world.  I love the way it covers the earth and lights up the dark.  It's color is also simply magnificent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing interesting happened today.  Gotta wake up around 5:45 so I can drive the girl I baby sit to school (Makenna), then go to work for 8 hours, then go pick Makenna back up from school and baby sit her for another 4-5 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna be a loooooong day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-413196478292462092?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/413196478292462092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=413196478292462092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/413196478292462092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/413196478292462092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/11/moon.html' title='The Moon'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6897577472486635851</id><published>2011-11-15T18:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:44:25.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains It Pours</title><content type='html'>And holy shit did it pour yesterday...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got new wipers though...the kind that are rubber like and shape to your wildsheild....they're flipping amazing. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazon.Com is having their black Friday sale already.  Got a blu ray dvd for $4 (that's including shipping).  =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should do math homework tonight....kinda wanna look at new blog templates though....Probably should do math, somehow kinda screwed up my wrist at work today.  The less I use it, the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm making popcorn chicken =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my shingles are going away (kinda...they don't itch anymore).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I had shingles (have...).  Go stress, poor diet and lack of sleep!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-6897577472486635851?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6897577472486635851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6897577472486635851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6897577472486635851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6897577472486635851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When It Rains It Pours'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-7239499464139749924</id><published>2011-11-13T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:01:12.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework and Sleep</title><content type='html'>Saturday night after watching SNL with my mom I spent the rest of the hours watching Pocahontas online.  Then I did and IMBD only to discover that Christian Bale voiced the character of Thomas in the movie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind.  Was blown.  It doesn't even freaking sound like him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I slept in until about 11:50 then rolled my lazy ass out of bed to shower and start my math homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was planning on getting it all done by dinner but i decided...hey, I'm still super tired, and I wanna watch the 2nd Pocahontas...so I went back to bed and watched that.  Which I was really disappointed in.  Pocahontas and John Smith we so in love in the first movie and then she leaves him for this girly ass guy instead...Bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I napped after that until about 5:30 then had dinner with the fam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad told us the story again about how when he was in kindergarten he put one of his Dad's slippers in the fish tank so the fish had a cave to swim through...and every time Grandpa (his dad...grandpa to me...) would sit in the lazy boy chair (NEXT TO THE FISH TANK) and go "Dammit, where are my GD slippers?!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He never noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did my math quiz and now I'm here blogging.  Really wanna watch Bo Burnham's Words Words Words again on Netflix...I effing love that guy.  He's cute and funny and all hell, not to mention positively brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, and JJ made me a paper throwing star.  He goes for another surgery this coming Friday.&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/8209277217693698060-7239499464139749924?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/7239499464139749924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=7239499464139749924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7239499464139749924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7239499464139749924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/11/homework-and-sleep.html' title='Homework and Sleep'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-4318013028445740489</id><published>2011-11-13T03:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T03:03:29.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Bad Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Some of my inner bad thoughts are starting to come out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate fat people that are gay.  Gays are already hated enough.  The fact that you're a fat ass makes it even worse for the community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a stupid feeling really...but hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-4318013028445740489?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/4318013028445740489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=4318013028445740489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4318013028445740489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4318013028445740489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/11/inner-bad-thoughts.html' title='Inner Bad Thoughts'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-1637941374005403484</id><published>2011-11-12T23:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T23:52:30.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See</title><content type='html'>When I got home from school Friday night and retreated to the confines of my room I found a notebook filled with a few journal entries.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me realize just how much I missed blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I originally stopped after reading past blog posts.  4 years ago I was the typical pre-teen: Whiny, random, silly and depressed easily and the fact slightly embarrassed me.  However, the memories I recorded, whether happy or sad, brought me excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding that notebook reminded me of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm going to try and keep up with Laughing Under The Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has happened so far since I've been gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The basics is that I'm now a freshman in college and that University of Akron.  I commute and my major is Marketing and Sales.  My grades are all great (except for math but as long as I'm passing I couldn't give a damn), and I've met some cool people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been with Michael Alexander Dubay for 1 year and 9 months now and we are going as strong as ever.  Even though I try not to think about things like marriage and kids in the future (simply because I feel that at 18 I don't need to think about those things) I can't help but feel that he is 'the one'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been working at S.W.Anderson.  We let our one warehouse guy (John) go and have had our new guy Tom (who I call TomTom...like the GPS system) since July.  He's a pretty fucking awesome dude.  He's in his 40's, has a lazy eye and isn't afraid or ashamed to talk about it when asked and if you make a good joke about it he even laughs and gives you brownie points.  He's been involved in a fighting style called Kail and can defiantly kick ass and take names.  His eating habits and skinniness are also similar to mine but he exercises and drinks protein shakes and I've started to get into it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby sitting wise I've been watching the two most awesome and cutest kids in the world: Makenna (9) and Ryan (7 and Larry from work son).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have rekindled my friendship with Jackie and keeping up my friendships with Devlyn, Rachel, Erin, Justin and Andy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, Andy just came over to give me back my calculator he's had for about a year and a half... =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got my first speeding ticket.  There was a guy that was checking me out in a truck (an ugly old guy...) so I decided I'd put the pedal to the floor and get ahead of him.  Bad idea.  As soon as I passed him a cop appeared on the side of the road and clocked me at 82 in a 65.  Though I can say...I was pretty impressed my car sped up that fast in that short of time. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped a guy on my OpinionAided app/website and talked him out of committing suicide.  Every time I answer one of his questions he always reminds me how I saved his live.  Makes me feel kind of awesome I can help a complete stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got my first credit card.  It's been helpful.  Managing money fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also decided I'm going to cut pop and fast food drastically out of my diet.  Eat more mango's too =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking about giving my blog a new look, make it brighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching SNL with mama now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-1637941374005403484?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/1637941374005403484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=1637941374005403484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1637941374005403484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1637941374005403484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/11/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-388605526813920956</id><published>2011-04-27T12:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T12:03:47.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah Man</title><content type='html'>Cheers to me wearing the 1st non-revealing top of this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop it like it's hot! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-388605526813920956?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/388605526813920956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=388605526813920956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/388605526813920956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/388605526813920956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/04/woah-man.html' title='Woah Man'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-1052749752923410592</id><published>2011-04-12T22:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:08:42.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Studying</title><content type='html'>I'm finally starting to get B's on my quizzes in Govt.  To study I'm making flash cards.  They work very well...but they're sure are a bitch to make.  Takes me hours.  But at least they help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I did well on my other two tests I had today too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we got Netflix, which is awesome. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-1052749752923410592?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/1052749752923410592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=1052749752923410592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1052749752923410592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1052749752923410592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/04/crazy-studying.html' title='Crazy Studying'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-5487541601077235186</id><published>2011-04-10T23:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:02:57.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Even after the long blog post spilling my heart out, the acceptance, and the night out on the town and movie night I'm still confused again as to whether or not I should have even bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things just keep running through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The night on the town.  For whatever reason I paid for your food which I kick myself for every time.  But I wanted to try my best to see if we could work again...so I did anyways.  That's not what I keep running though my head though.  The first thing I keep running though my head was your response as to why you wanted to start talking again.  I told you it was because I didn't like the way it ended and it killed me to think that we had something so good and that it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well the reason why I started talking to you again was cuz I saw you had no friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely stunned by the comment.  But I let my self hatred come in and let it pass, made me think that maybe I deserve it a little and told you that yes I really didn't have any other friend like you and that I truly clicked with at this point.  I have a lot of acquaintances, but not really people I would invited over my house on a boring 'ole Saturday or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you live in the moment.  Make you think that you're truly the only shining start in my life because I haven't had another relationship like ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even hugged you when I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the 2nd thing that I keep replaying in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that we were making some pretty good progress especially since I got to go to your party.  The fact that it was at Ryan's bothered me the most, but I did my best to ignore it because, as I said again, I wanted to try my best to make this work at least somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored the fact that I had already been replaced because I really couldn't see any reason why you wouldn't.  But what really got me that night was really the final thing that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing charades and I got the which from left for dead.  You all started saying how you were getting tired of the game and how you didn't want to guess but you knew what it was.  And then that's when he said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a witch he called me a bitch and I can't help but feel that it was on purpose.  What I also couldn't help was noticing that when he said it you had a little smile on your face and you were trying not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even planned a movie date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we've talked....maybe a few times?  And you normally just end the conversation by not saying anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I can't help but feel that you really don't even care anymore.  You really only cared that I knew that you didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, in person when we hung out it almost felt like old times and I still believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you've pretty much moved on and that maybe I should just give up and move on to because what's been done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just kinda makes me sad that it seemed so much easier for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I don't have any meds or a replacement standing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is coming soon and we'll both have new groups of people to hang out with anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.  Guess I'm still just trying to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-5487541601077235186?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/5487541601077235186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=5487541601077235186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5487541601077235186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5487541601077235186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_10.html' title='.'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-642485446003880577</id><published>2011-04-09T07:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T08:01:00.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>I like to think the mistakes that I make are little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like misreading the VV e-mail which said we're meeting at 7PM not 7AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't ignore the fact that I've made a hell of a lot of little mistakes in my life.  And big mistakes.  And that the only thing I'm good at is making mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.  I think even me being given life was a mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-642485446003880577?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/642485446003880577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=642485446003880577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/642485446003880577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/642485446003880577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6063996858375721688</id><published>2011-04-08T21:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:04:02.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Weather and Outside It Isn't Better</title><content type='html'>Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rhymed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thiip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got hit by a bus of god knows what kind of sick.  Missed a day of school.  Which in the end was nice because I got to sleep in, but suckish cuz I missed seeing Mikey and also some quizzes and work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was a little better but my sinuses were way clogged and it was giving me a massive head and neck ache.  BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hug a small, blond, German child by the name of Felix.  HE IS SO FUCKING ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work made my day today.  Kris and Deb's relationship is a little rocky and the things they say...it's almost like a sitcom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Horton Hears A Who on Free Movies On Demand.  It was cute. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Valley Voyages at the lovely hour of 7am.  Outside.  In the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the presentations are now being held on the 26th?  I could have sworn before it was the 28th.  I'm not complaining though.  I get to celebrate the anniversary of one of the greatest UPS men to ever deliver to the SWACO warehouse. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ's foot has been getting mega bad this week- someone accidentally stepped on his heel in the hall and it basically set him into a relapse.  Tensions are pretty high and everyone is fucking stressed out of their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning on getting a haircut soon.  Then to call the lady down the street to do some alterations on my dress for prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I've also been thinking lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom?  Walking across the stage to grab a fake diploma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like people make it all too dramatic.  Prom is nice because it's a time to celebrate the fact you actually graduated but I don't see spending hundreds of dollars on a dress and hair and shoes alone.  I've heard girls say their dresses were $200=$400.  And that's JUST the dress.  Not even the shoes.  Where do they even get that kind of money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole walking across the stage thing?  I don't need a ceremony just give me my fucking diploma and let me get out of here.  Half the time everyone is freaking out on whether or not they're gonna trip or shake with the wrong hand.  Plus it takes hours and it's not exactly the most fun thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just the excitement that the 4 worst years of your life are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'm just being negative.  Either way I'll enjoy myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-6063996858375721688?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6063996858375721688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6063996858375721688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6063996858375721688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6063996858375721688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/04/under-weather-and-outside-it-isnt.html' title='Under The Weather and Outside It Isn&apos;t Better'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6973343390617340602</id><published>2011-04-04T19:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T20:09:51.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~</title><content type='html'>Saturday was fun.  Spent the day with my Mikey- golfing.  It was really fucking cold, but it was fun (to a point =p).  Then he went to work and I went over to my Grammy's to have dinner with her, my Uncle Scott and my little bro.  Then I got to take a shower at her house (she has the best shower ever).  We all watched a Star Trek Voyage together before I was back to Michael's again where we were having a movie night with him, Nathan, and Nathan's girlfriend Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael just got Netflix so we were searching for movies and arguing over which ones to watch and then...we saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Iron Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.urbanbaby.com/buzz/files/2010/05/iron-giant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 475px;" src="http://blogs.urbanbaby.com/buzz/files/2010/05/iron-giant.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best movie ever when we were all little.  So we watched it again.  It was good all the same. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went from a nice little cartoon to Saw 6.  Which was, although slightly disturbing and gory a pretty good movie.  I really liked the concept of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I spent the day in my PJ's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was crazy.  The morning bell rang early, the computer system was down (AGAIN), and not only was it raining outside but it was raining inside too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about today though was that today was my 1 year anniversary with my Mikey.  I made him a card this morning with crayons and he took me out to Apple Bee's. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our waiter was gay, and his name was Paul B.  so I called him Pauly B.  He was so nice. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I gotta study for English, Government and do a little VV stuff as well.  Time to get my poet on yo.&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/8209277217693698060-6973343390617340602?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6973343390617340602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6973343390617340602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6973343390617340602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6973343390617340602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-7510892431972556685</id><published>2011-04-01T15:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:13:57.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowin Down For Now</title><content type='html'>At work right now. All my office work is finished and I've been workin warehouse most of the day. Larry taught me how to get an order approved as well as a few more things. He even told me 'good job' a few times which made me feel a lot better. It's just been one of those months where you feel that everything you do is a mistake and you can't stop worrying about it. And every time I hear about a problem going on I think it has to do with me. Quite annoying. None of them have been me- yet... Hung out at Jackie's and we spend hours searching for online coupons for Zeppie's. Couldn't find any. And Ginonino's was way cheaper anyways, so we got pizza and spicy boneless garlic wings there. Once we had our munchies we watched the movie 'Hide and Seek'. Next day I hung out with Mikey. We fell asleep together under his electric blankie and when we woke up it was like a winter wonderland outside! The both of us just kinda held each other and watched it fall. We couldn't relax for long though because we had to go to dinner at my Grammy's which was yummy. Last night I worked all day and then my Aunt DB took Michael, JJ, and myself out to dinner at Reddi's pizza. We went back to her house after and Michael set up her new cable box...she was so excited at all the new channels she was getting. Greg in the office is getting married tomorrow. I'm so excited for him. He's going to Mexico for his honeymoon too...I told him to bring me back some drugs. ;p Don't know what my plans are tonight. I gotta call Akron U about some thing and then start writing my stuff for my VV presentation. Which is on the 28 of this month. Again. I'm only pissy because that will be the 3rd year anniversary of his death...maybe it's good I have the distraction though. Day of silence is the 15...gotta get t shirt monies in maybe...if not I know I'll participate. Which reminds me I should see if I have to work that day... Well, some new orders are coming in now! Gotta go pull 'em, pack 'em, and ship 'em! I love the warehouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-7510892431972556685?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/7510892431972556685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=7510892431972556685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7510892431972556685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7510892431972556685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/04/slowin-down-for-now.html' title='Slowin Down For Now'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-7227348613956003124</id><published>2011-03-29T01:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T01:32:21.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...Hmm...Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Jackie to Reddi's and also on an adventure to see her grandma on Friday.  Saturday I had two birthday parties to go to. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got in touch with two of my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Mikey on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working for my Lumpy Pumpkin...may get paid more.  Hope so. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be workin two full days Thursday and Friday...kinda lookin forward to it I guess cuz it'll mostly be in the warehouse! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta work on my VV stuffs too...and photo project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-7227348613956003124?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/7227348613956003124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=7227348613956003124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7227348613956003124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7227348613956003124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/03/hmmhmmhmm.html' title='Hmm...Hmm...Hmm...'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-3842395117350113468</id><published>2011-03-24T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:48:21.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>It's been a rough two days...discussion in physiology kinda set off some surpressed thoughts and feelings almost to the point where I could hardly control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made answering the phones at work a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't pulled an all-nighter this year at all which is strange considering I normally pulled 1-2 each week.  I even pulled one for 5 days straight as a freshie....got very sick though...don't try that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many family members and teachers always say I work so hard because they think that it's my busy life and schoolwork that is the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really the reason is because I'm afraid that if I go to sleep and then wake up in the morning...my mother will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the only one that lives with similar fear and that it will happen eventually...but if it happens now, I know I won't be ready for it.  I've always intended to be much, much older when that time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with her addiction to caffeine, cigarettes and medication, along with many other health problems...I often wonder if she'll even make it to see me graduate sometimes.  I can't talk about this with people in person, otherwise the waterworks will come just like they have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just shouldn't be so selfish because, like I said before, I'm not the only one who has or have had this problem...but I just love my mother too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-3842395117350113468?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/3842395117350113468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=3842395117350113468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3842395117350113468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3842395117350113468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/03/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-333677578083465173</id><published>2011-03-23T10:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T10:17:18.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...</title><content type='html'>Kind of annoyed that I've had to keep changing everyone's schedule and that I now still have to work today and miss my GSA meeting because SOMEBODY took more hours at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you have no money to your name and that ya need to pay for a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you need to put money towards a car for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shit.  You knew how many people were involved and how we had to change our week around this.  And doing it at 8PM the night before the dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you still have a WHOLE box of chocolate?  You knew your mom wasn't going to sell them way before the due date.  And you didn't think to bring them to school or give it to me to sell at work till the very last night?  Bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care that you don't have any money but sometimes the way you handel your money problems pisses me the fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-333677578083465173?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/333677578083465173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=333677578083465173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/333677578083465173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/333677578083465173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/03/mmmm.html' title='Mmmm...'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-600830062457779716</id><published>2011-03-21T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:40:16.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GASPABALOOZA</title><content type='html'>I don't think anyone can possibly fathom how fucking scared I was to go onto my computer today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on...but I'm still kinda scared after everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But excited at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it took so long to believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned, I'm never listening to my drug addict mother ever again.  That's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And either way...this is kinda like...one of the best days of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-600830062457779716?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/600830062457779716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=600830062457779716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/600830062457779716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/600830062457779716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/03/gaspabalooza.html' title='GASPABALOOZA'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-4480627410229608827</id><published>2011-03-20T23:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:12:11.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><title type='text'>Hopeless Thinking Rambles</title><content type='html'>Ever since it happened I think about it every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was is all my fault?  Was it your fault?  Was it really anybodies fault or just a fluke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end you denied ever being involved but I've heard tale that you were.  You and your ass of a boyfriend.  I find it funny, myself saying that about him, when I knew your boyfriend longer than you did and I only just realized how much of an ass he was (think that's why I liked him so much sometimes actually...)...yet we were such good friends him and me...considered ourselves best friends (think his being an ass is why I liked him so much sometimes actually...).  He told me things he wouldn't tell anyone.  So did you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  I still can't understand.  Why would you OR him do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was is revenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I stopped doing things for you?  Didn't see you as much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I did bad in that.  It happened with Andy.  And it started happening with Michael too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the whole honeymoon phase...I don't know.  But I know that it's not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember saying no to you so many times, that I had plans with either of them when I was with them.  But you kept trying anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I know I should have made more time for you...I dunno why I stopped really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did that give any of you an excuse to tell my parents information I trusted you would keep to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was some asinine way of trying to protect me from Michael.  Because you thought he was this terrible person and that he was just using me or something.  I honestly don't know.  All communication really just kind of stopped after it happened.  I was so shocked to hear where the information came from.  Even since then I still have trust issues.  I can't even trust myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never really got to really talking about what happened.  We chatted through Facebook a little bit, you invited me to dinner.  Then one day you snapped at me in a text and I snapped at you back and we haven't had contact since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I don't even really remember what I said.  I think it was something along the lines of you trying to control me and that I  was done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason.  Why I thought you did it.  Or he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to control me.  I can't blame you...both of you have had too many events in your life where you couldn't control things...whether it was a dying father or divorced parents or whatever.  So you tried to control what little you could.  It's quite easy actually...you don't even really have to because you're friends and think on the same track, but even the best of friends have two totally different ideas on some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.  I'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with Michael is going strong.  The rumors about him weren't true- obviously- and we'll be together a year on April 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still tell him stories about us.  All the stupid/awesome things we've done.  At least you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was because you were trying to hurt me, protect me, or control me...I guess I forgive you.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people say that because of what happened I should keep it like we are...which is nothing.  But for some reason I just can't stop thinking about you and what we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one that made the decision to stop talking in the end.  I couldn't talk to you.  I didn't know what to say.  I couldn't trust you or your boyfriend or even, as I said before, myself for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the one that invited me to dinner that one time.  So I guess that showed you have the same thoughts in terms of wishing we had a relationship again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to approach you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard you've been convinced that I left you for Michael.  I didn't.  I would have been happy to have both of you.  But because of what happened in July I felt betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably feel betrayed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should just talk about what happened.  One on one.  Our thoughts on the situation and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if this really can be revived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard stories of people forgiving their friends and relatives for even the most evilest of things just because they loved them and their relationship was so good before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what I should have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could have though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still check on your Facebook page and read Rayy's blog to try and get information to make sure you're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you had a bad weekend.  I still wish I was there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you even read my blog or care for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you would even want to talk to me again anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most terrible person you ever met I'm sure.  Which I guess I deserve.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens in my life I always make it out to be my fault.  Maybe it always is.  I don't know.  God forbid I ever get into an abusive relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still wanna talk...or even just tell me about how much of a terrible person I am...poke me on facebook or text me or call me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything I just need to know why it happened.  Who actually did it.  And who was involved in the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post this on the comment section of your blog because I'm impatient...I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually afraid to text you or anything.  I don't know why I'm not afraid to do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.  I don't even think this makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if I'm even using the right words and just making you even more pissed at me.  I'm sure when I called your boyfriend an ass you kind went "Um...bitch say what?" I would too.  Cuz in the end no matter what he is your boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry.  Because I just don't know. I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry?  I'm sure you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish...we could start over?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-4480627410229608827?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/4480627410229608827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=4480627410229608827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4480627410229608827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4480627410229608827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2011/03/hopeless-thinking-rambles.html' title='Hopeless Thinking Rambles'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6589597361814270633</id><published>2010-11-14T14:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:11:01.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After all these years I  still don't understand why you hate yourself so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-6589597361814270633?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6589597361814270633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6589597361814270633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6589597361814270633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6589597361814270633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-all-these-years-i-still-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6895490016611559520</id><published>2010-07-13T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T13:30:58.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>Last week I worked all week last week 8-4:30 (except on the 4th of course) and I also worked yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting around the house and it's actually stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost like a danger to myself when I'm left to sit around and just think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared about college.  I don't even think I want to go to college.  Really the only reason I think I am is because it seems that without college you go no where in life, and the fact that if you don't you're either labeled an an idiot or unmotivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't see the point in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's way too expensive and even to get a degree in something you want to do you still need to take classes that have nothing to do with the future career you want.  I only see college as a business, not some form of educational help and let me tell you I haven't seen any products of interest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the college e-mails I've gotten I've only actually looked at one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just afraid of college because I don't know what I want to do for a career in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for one thing I don't want to go to college until I know what I want to do.  That's a waste of money we don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping I'll figure out what it is I want to do before the school year is up. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-6895490016611559520?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6895490016611559520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6895490016611559520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6895490016611559520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6895490016611559520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-4859825424910731835</id><published>2010-06-27T02:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T02:55:37.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Some Good Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guess  who won the father daughter golf tournament?  That's right bitches.   Bow down. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-4859825424910731835?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/4859825424910731835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=4859825424910731835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4859825424910731835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4859825424910731835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-some-good-golf.html' title='Finally, Some Good Golf'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-830464272874551762</id><published>2010-06-19T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:11:22.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads Up</title><content type='html'>Sooo what's been going on since my last post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got his surgery done on his other foot.  This time it wasn't as extensive so he's been doing pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working at my Dad's offices and in the warehouse.  Turns out the company is up for sale and my Dad might lose his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I went to the mall with my friends today and got some stuffs (which I'm wearing now =o) and I'm going to go visit my boyfriend Mikey! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ and I also rented The Blind Side, which we've seen, but it's worth re-watching. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are having a good summer! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-830464272874551762?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/830464272874551762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=830464272874551762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/830464272874551762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/830464272874551762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/06/heads-up.html' title='Heads Up'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6632443637164012953</id><published>2010-06-13T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:16:47.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blog</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a hectic week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick since the last day of school but getting better, going to work tomorrow.  Getting re-trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ has gotten what I have so he's probably not going to be getting his surgery done on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf tournament Thursday.  I majorly sucked at the last 2 I was in.  So embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been scared shitless about a lot of things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a senior.  I don't know what college I want to go to.  I don't even know what I want to even DO when I'm in college.  I don't even think and college would want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is very accomplished as a golfer.  He has colleges looking at him already and calling.  Really, really nice colleges.  I'm very proud of him but sometimes I feel so small and insignificant when I'm around him- although he doesn't seem to think that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to think of things that I'm especially good at that make people go "Wow, look at her, she's the best!" but I can't seem to think of anything. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found most if not all of the photos I took for my photography class the other day!  I've been organizing and editing a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to see my friends yet.  I've only been able to see my boyfriend and I was only allowed to because he was sick with the same thing I had.  We were both just a couple of germs. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this summer some big things are gonna happen.  I already know some of them.  Not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's just life, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-6632443637164012953?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6632443637164012953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6632443637164012953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6632443637164012953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6632443637164012953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-blog.html' title='Hello Blog'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-331381359345651461</id><published>2010-03-29T19:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:48:57.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Pulling</title><content type='html'>I asked my Dad a question on health care today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was asking it I didn't notice my Mom was walking behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started fighting and now Mom's being cranky/crying and Dad won't stop being an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason numero uno why I hate politics and reason numero dos why I'd rather be a whore than get stuck in a shitty relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morals suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until this summer where all I need to worry about is working, golf and weed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-331381359345651461?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/331381359345651461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=331381359345651461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/331381359345651461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/331381359345651461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/03/hair-pulling.html' title='Hair Pulling'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-7264962263071249632</id><published>2010-03-25T13:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:25:23.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Homo</title><content type='html'>I told my Grammy I was bisexual and she just kinda laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could tell her everything ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just completely denies it, and Dad would kick me out of the house if he found out.  JJ knows but I dunno if he really believes be or not either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.  Blah.  Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-7264962263071249632?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/7264962263071249632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=7264962263071249632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7264962263071249632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7264962263071249632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-homo.html' title='No Homo'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-530198912791951052</id><published>2010-03-24T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:02:20.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshman Year Blogging?</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging almost like I was freshman year in the sense that most of my posts are somewhat depressing and I'm blogging during my computer class (this year web design last year keyboarding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except now I can't play my Mario Game like 2 years ago because they blocked it! &gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm not cutting myself like last year right?!  Haha.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy, busy week this week.  So much to doooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has been gone since Monday morning cuz he's in FL.  He's been having a good time, every day I've called him so far he's "had a few beers".  I'm quite lucky he's a pretty happy drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's actually pretty fucking hilarious.  I wish he drank more often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I found the mouse in the trap my Dad set up before he left!  It was cute too D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scared Andy with it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testa's forum is on the health care bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I'd have my own opinion on it or at least know the two different sides because my Mom likes it and my Dad doesn't, but I've just been walking out of the room every time they argue now and every time they rant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really don't care for politics (even though I probably should) it just makes me fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I'll work on one of my research papers now- since I have a computer and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-530198912791951052?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/530198912791951052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=530198912791951052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/530198912791951052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/530198912791951052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/03/freshman-year-blogging.html' title='Freshman Year Blogging?'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-5165509331082809121</id><published>2010-03-22T14:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:09:12.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Web Design</title><content type='html'>The rare class where I get to do something I love to do, and the technology I have isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today: I go to use my flash drive (which I've been using since the class ever first took place) decides it needs to be formatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is just another fancy way of saying 'everything you ever loved on this little key chain needs to be deleted'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our project was to make a power point on a place we'd like to go to or are going to for Spring Brake.  My ppt. was 12+ slides and all I needed to do was hyperlink the buttons so the ppt. became more like a web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't get into it to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or anything else on the flash drive for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND when I go to format it on the school's computer it says I don't have sufficient access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stay her until 5 too for an ACT testing class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-5165509331082809121?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/5165509331082809121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=5165509331082809121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5165509331082809121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5165509331082809121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/03/web-design.html' title='Web Design'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-7127884984593495748</id><published>2010-03-17T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:19:31.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Sammich</title><content type='html'>I went to Chick-fil-A today and got a free sammich cuz I'm was wearing green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loved my St. Patricks Day hat (except bitchy Ms.Pitts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far in my life friendships are shaky, a death is still in silent/hidden morning, my golf swing is fucking beastly and I have a wonderful boyfriend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to said 'fucking beastly' golf swing, I think while hitting golf balls with Miss. Gina B. yesterday I got the makings of a sinus infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was hit by a truck. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention I made yearbook staff? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw spring, I can't wait for summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-7127884984593495748?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/7127884984593495748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=7127884984593495748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7127884984593495748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7127884984593495748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/03/free-sammich.html' title='Free Sammich'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-3494976507266437135</id><published>2010-03-03T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:49:02.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Teachers</title><content type='html'>Don't assign me BUSY WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have better shit to do then to waste my time on an assignment you gave me to make yourself feel more like a teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Teachers'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-7426623577850940824</id><published>2010-02-22T20:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:41:51.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>An hour before the funeral Dad took my flashdrive, some blank DVD's and his laptop with the video on it to Best Buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even THEY couldn't get the DVD to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we had it play on his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just fucking hell getting to that point. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling sick. =/  But will be back at school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-7426623577850940824?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/7426623577850940824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=7426623577850940824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7426623577850940824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7426623577850940824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/02/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-5253562214849198816</id><published>2010-02-21T03:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T03:36:26.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>My name is Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent all of my Friday working, then scanning 50+ pictures onto the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I skipped eating and spent all day editing and restoring all 50+ pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to work on putting them into a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making it the correct length (simply by copying and pasteing the 50+ pictures and transitions over again until it reached 2 hours) my Dad told me he didn't want a certain part in anymore so I spent an hour and a half taking that part out (it took so long because the computer was starting to lag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought all I needed to do was rip the music from the CD's my aunts gave my Dad, along with a list of my Grandma's favorite songs on the CD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 6 songs total.  4 of which weren't there because the CD's weren't in their cases when they were given to my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I spent another 3 hours looking for music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another 2 hours putting that together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm finally done the computer decides that it doesn't want to finalize the video so I can save it to a CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I restarted the computer and then opened the program back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's decided it just doesn't want to open the file period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was for my Grandmother's funeral which is at 1 or 2 tomorrow.  I can't remember anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 research papers, 4 quizzes and math to catch up on Sunday and Monday which I probably won't be able to do either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a backache, headache, I'm shaking, nauseated and feeling faint from starvation and exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too fucking tired and sick to cry anymore.  I'll be lucky it I can hold myself together or even get out of bed to go to the funeral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-5253562214849198816?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/5253562214849198816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=5253562214849198816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5253562214849198816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5253562214849198816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-2548392032772046977</id><published>2010-02-17T20:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:01:12.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>........</title><content type='html'>I was going to rant about my emotional problems to try and get things off of my chest but then I remembered you're not my therapists so I'm just posting this smiley face instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-2548392032772046977?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/2548392032772046977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=2548392032772046977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2548392032772046977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2548392032772046977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='........'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-994582280894238014</id><published>2010-02-07T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:57:53.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Been Two Weeks Of...</title><content type='html'>A worrying hell fueled with pent up rage and an overwhelming feeling of helplessness that was then spat out and released by a series of snappy comments and heavy sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one could probably tell that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Bowl Sunday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making brownies! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-994582280894238014?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/994582280894238014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=994582280894238014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/994582280894238014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/994582280894238014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-has-been-two-weeks-of.html' title='It Has Been Two Weeks Of...'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-2962251056790385696</id><published>2010-02-01T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:30:37.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>Nordonia: Just Filled With Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"What are you doing"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What do you think I'm doing?  Engage your brain for once and you just might figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mrs. Tong, I think I typed in the wrong website..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Good for you and thanks for sharing.  Wanna cookie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ashley, I didn't know you were in this lunch!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Really?  So where the fuck was I last Tuesday when you said 'Hi!' to me in the lunch line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm tiiiired, can we take a breeeeak?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you didn't come to school in your fucking PJs you'd have a bit more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I didn't know how to do the math homework!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Well that's your own damn fault.  Maybe if you would quit playing with yourself and take your phone out of your crotch to look up at the overhead every once in a while you would have known how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wow.  Could she walk any faster?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Um, could you walk any slower?  Forgive me that I'm not 'gangster' enough to walk at a snails pace with a big cluster fuck of people blocking the hallway to only then walk into class late complaining that I didn't know how to do the fucking math homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ashley, what was the homework about?  You don't know?  Did you do it?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No, I actually did do it but I'm just lying to you so I look like a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Duuuuude, you like, almost pulled down my pants when you stepped on the bottom."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm sorry, maybe if you shopped in the right section of the store or bought a fucking belt that wouldn't have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I just a ray of fucking sunshine today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-2962251056790385696?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/2962251056790385696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=2962251056790385696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Phooey.</title><content type='html'>The moon was really big and beautiful yesterday and is ever more beautiful tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that my weekend has been pretty shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there is another bright moon tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-8523456777513241240?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/8523456777513241240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=8523456777513241240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8523456777513241240'/><link 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hire you to work at the strip club doesn't mean I want to see your ugly ass either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pull them up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA LOOKIN LIKE A FOOL WID YOUR PANTS ON THE GROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and I got a off brand toy race car today in Econ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-1662693513515695219?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/1662693513515695219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=1662693513515695219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a long time. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really had the time/desire to.  Plus the fact that we have 2 shitty computers in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterm exams just got done.  I hate school so much. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we get to enjoy a looong weekend so I'm happy for that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to draw some doodles to add to Andy's oodles of doodles he's posted up on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-7585892175752226417?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/7585892175752226417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=7585892175752226417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7585892175752226417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7585892175752226417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-1895087014654113605</id><published>2009-11-23T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:58:34.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>LolOmgILuffHer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Andeth:&lt;/strong&gt; Well you need to be more frikin specific&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackie:&lt;/strong&gt; WELL YOU GUYS SHOULD HAVE THAT CONNECTION ASH AND I HAVE!  WE COULD BE LIKE &lt;strong&gt;ASKDFJHAKSHFDKLASHFDLKAFHAKFJD&lt;/strong&gt; AND THEN GO: OMG &lt;em&gt;I KNOW&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-1895087014654113605?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/1895087014654113605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=1895087014654113605&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1895087014654113605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1895087014654113605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/11/lolomgiluffher.html' title='LolOmgILuffHer'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-9132451646044802419</id><published>2009-11-23T12:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:02:46.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Helpping The Old...er People</title><content type='html'>Friday I started working for my Gammy's one friend Alice who is staying at Summit Point nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over right after school and the job was to do her laundry while she was away at rehab (we still don't know when she'll be back, hopefully by Thanksgiving).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working at 4 with my Grammy.  We had THREE washers AND 3 DRYERS going at the same time non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means we got done pretty fast right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get done until 8:30 and there was still more clothes to wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, while the clothes were being washed I did her dishes, vacuumed, made the bed, dusted, reorganized medicine cabinets/draws/counters and ironed a bit too.  Sunday the two of us came back to finish the ironing and take the dishes out of the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with how late I stayed, I still got home in time to race to Ryan's and watch The Ugly Truth with Rayy, Jackie, and him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I got to his house before him (they were all out getting candy =p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Dad, JJ and went and saw the movie The Blind Side which was very good, go see it all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention Dad and I played Left 4 Dead at 2AM? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Mom made her famous spaghetti (that's way better than yours) and Jackie came over! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing Happy Aquarium too on Facebook.  It's addicting.  Friend me and be my neighbor! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-9132451646044802419?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/9132451646044802419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=9132451646044802419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/9132451646044802419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/9132451646044802419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/11/helpping-older-people.html' title='Helpping The Old...er People'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-7636795219053525640</id><published>2009-11-16T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:29:07.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><title type='text'>The Goods, Hair Cuts, and Puzzling Grammy's!</title><content type='html'>Friday Ryan drove Jackie and me over to my house and we chilled there for about 2 hours wondering what to do for food.  In the end we went to Reddis Pizza and ordered hot wings, cheesy bread and a large pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lemme tell ya, those hot wings?  HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Andeth at Network video where we spent probably at least another hour looking for a movie to watch (I think that's how long it takes us on average... =x) and Andeth and I finally decided we were gonna get &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phImP5zSHSk"&gt;The Goods.  Live Hard.  Sell Hard.&lt;/a&gt; Which, was hilarious. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Mom took me to get my hair re-highlighted and styled.  It turned out great! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Mom's Diner next door and I got a bacon and cheese hamburger.  I love diners. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung around my house for a bit when Jackie texted me asking if I wanted to do anything.  I told her I would pick her up and we could go get another movie or something.  We ended up picking out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IcbulUo4b2s"&gt;Dead Silence&lt;/a&gt; and heading over to my Grammy's house to show her my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got there she was asking Jackie what she wanted to eat and in the end she made her some of her special soup and some chili!  I noticed the puzzle she was working on and brought it to the table where we all started working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we looked up at the clock we realized it was going to be too late to start the movie.  So, we decided to sleep over! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and picked up Jackie's things and mine and headed back to her house.  We started working on the puzzle again and around 2:00 we started the movie (and yes, that's 2AM).  Jackie and I huddled together in the chair under the blanket. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie was done Grammy went to bed and we watched Dane Cook until about 4:30 when we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 11:30 and decided I wanted to make pancakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some Micky Mouse shaped ones too! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked some more on the puzzle and then Jackie and I fell asleep on the couch in her green room.  My Aunt Lib came over next and then Grammy, Jackie and I got the piano started and we sang songs while it played the music rolls. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some homework at my house, ate dinner and then dessert!  Jj made us laugh hysterically being a goof ball and then I took Jackie home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got many compliments on my hair and jeans. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'll be working on things for my Marco.  Polo.  Die.  script.  I'm excited I've started working on it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-7636795219053525640?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/7636795219053525640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=7636795219053525640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7636795219053525640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7636795219053525640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/11/goods-hair-cuts-and-puzzling-grammys.html' title='The Goods, Hair Cuts, and Puzzling Grammy&apos;s!'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-2344100182999046083</id><published>2009-11-11T14:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:34:55.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Tramps Like Us, Baby We Were Born To Run</title><content type='html'>The concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was hectic getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the limo was a half hour late, but when it finally got to our house, Mom and I were really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SvsUuEp4WhI/AAAAAAAAAck/rO1O8UQOVFM/s1600-h/Springsteen+09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402934959716981266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SvsUuEp4WhI/AAAAAAAAAck/rO1O8UQOVFM/s400/Springsteen+09+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man, the thing looked like it was gonna fall apart any second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver, Nate, got out and opened the door where my Mom's friend Gary L., his new girlfriend Jennifer (for those of you that remember, that was the blonde in the garage that one night), my Uncle Scott, his girlfriend Gina, and Gary R. with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what her name was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I find this so humorous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vonage commercial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQqXxHi4vRo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQqXxHi4vRo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw her I went "Hay Karen" and my Mom nearly lost it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were all set and ready to go, Mom and I learned Nate was a replacement for the original driver, whose daughter got sick with H1N1. He also had never been to Cleveland before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well shit. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle had to give him directions to Lock Keepers which was were we were all going to eat dinner. Then when we did get there nobody could get the doors opened in the back of the limo and Nate couldn't either, AND he also locked himself out! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was nice, but way too fancy for me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried some sea bass and I thought it tasted good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back in the limo where Bruce was playing on the radio and we rocked out while cruising on the highway. Where Nate got lost again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing my Uncle Scott knows Cleveland, cuz we would have never made it to the Q I'm sure. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and Gary. R had their own seats on the ground floor and left while the rest of us got in the elevator and went one floor up to our seats. If you face the stage, we sat to the left. They were some pretty good seats, you could see the whole stage and all that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before the lights went out Gina went and got me some Mike's Hard Lemonade. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started around 8 and everyone got stood up and danced and cheered! Bruce was famazing! He crowd surfed too! The man is 60! o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and I went crazy when he played 10th Avenue Freeze Out, Born to Run, and our most favorite, Jungleland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried during the sax solo, it looked like the happiest she had been in a long time. I'm so glad she wasn't sick last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce started collecting people's signs with song requests on them and played those too! He played my other favorite, Pink Cadillac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down during the encores since he was playing some of his new music for that. I got a hoodie (which I will be wearing tomorrow), Mom got a t-shirt, and we both got JJ a poster and Dad a flag to hang in his workroom in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started playing Rosalita and where we were, we were right behind the stage on the main floor but every time we went to go into see him security would kick us out.  Soooo Mom and I found another way and we snuck in right past the cop and went right in the middle of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the limo and got lost going on the way back, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it home around 12 and woke up the next morning to discover that while trying to turn around in our driveway after dropping us off he hit one of the little pine trees lining the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention he left like, half of his bumper laying in the dirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out today and then the cable guy came over (sadly his name was not Larry) and now I am able to pause and rewind live TV and record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me, the almighty Ashley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow, semi excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-2344100182999046083?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/2344100182999046083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=2344100182999046083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2344100182999046083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2344100182999046083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/11/tramps-like-us-baby-we-were-born-to-run.html' title='Tramps Like Us, Baby We Were Born To Run'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SvsUuEp4WhI/AAAAAAAAAck/rO1O8UQOVFM/s72-c/Springsteen+09+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-8929819688044523057</id><published>2009-11-08T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:58:16.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rayy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='content'/><title type='text'>Warm</title><content type='html'>I wish the weather would stay like this forever, it's so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different colored leaves, the sun.  Heaven. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got the whole family to go see The Men Who Stare At Goats.  Despite the fact the movie was terrible, it was nice having us all together.  We don't do things like that often anymore.  Mom is either sick and Dad's being an ass, or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I'm hopping to get all of us to do more together things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was somewhat stressful when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I woke up late.  Then I didn't know what to wear.  Then Rayy needed a ride.  Then Mom needed the car.  And THEN it turns out my Dad also took the car in the morning and wasn't back yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, he returned just on time, and Mom and I picked up Jackie (where I got what I wanted to wear), and Rayy and met up with Andy at Marc's and got boxes for Mom because we're getting our living room painted and re-carpeted and needed a place to put all our crap in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sagamore Hills Park and took pictures there for a few hours.  Climbed the one tree and did goofy things. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Apple Bee's and ate dinner together.  It was lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Andeth again for not getting angry with the dozen of plan changes and for driving us around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and did homework.  Now I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's with me, I just don't feel like putting too many details in my blog post anymore. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-8929819688044523057?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/8929819688044523057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=8929819688044523057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8929819688044523057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8929819688044523057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/11/warm.html' title='Warm'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-5770798112886975643</id><published>2009-11-05T19:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:29:24.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rayy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><title type='text'>I Like This Thing Jackie Copied From Rachel Who Copied From Sami...</title><content type='html'>Here's Sami's list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Bed Size: Twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Chore You Hate: Pulling weeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Don't Eat: Pickles.  (Yuck, yuck.  Icky, icky.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Essential Start Your Day Item: Melvin. (A.K.A. IPod.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-Favorite Board Game: Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-Gold or Silver: Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-Height: 5'1(1/2)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-Instruments: Recorder and air guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Big sister, daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Kids: None right now.  I dunno...maybe adoption.  Maybe my own.  =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-Living Arrangements- With my Mom, Dad, and little siblings: JJ (brother) and Shannon (dog sister) and Hamilton (cat brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-Mom's Name: Saundra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-Nicknames: Binky, Ashee, Ashleigh, Ashlet, Alphie, Alphet, Caren, Little Sis &lt;em&gt;&lt;-- given by my brother- even though I'm old than my him...he's just taller....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-Overnight Hospital Stay Other Than When You Were Born: Haven't been there that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-Pet Peeve: That metal against metal sound; like when you scrape silverware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q-Favorite Movie Quote: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhBhLrli7OI"&gt;"Ask my about my wiener!" -Accepted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R-Rightie or Leftie: Rightie, but I'm gonna practice to be able to use both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-Siblings: Brother=JJ  and I count the cat and dog one's too =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Time You Wake Up: School=6:00  Weekend= 11:00-11:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-Underwear: Bikini, lacy too =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-Vegetable Favorite: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-Ways You Run Late: Not having my stuff together the night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-X-Ray's You've Had: Arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-Yummy Food You Make: I don't mean to brag but...I make a mean batch of brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z-Zoo Favorite: Snakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-5770798112886975643?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/5770798112886975643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=5770798112886975643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5770798112886975643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5770798112886975643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-this-thing-jackie-copied-from.html' title='I Like This Thing Jackie Copied From Rachel Who Copied From Sami...'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-7013733975775855661</id><published>2009-11-04T18:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:25:17.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rayy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Things I Want to do Before I Graduate</title><content type='html'>This is a post in response to Rayy's &lt;a href="http://rayychal.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-want-to-do-before-i-graduate.html"&gt;Things I want to Before I Graduate&lt;/a&gt; list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take an AP class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a 4.0&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get on Honor Roll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become #1 or #2 on the varsity golf team&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a movie w/ friends and post it on YT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish a script&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Figure out what I want to do with my life (Job, college etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay for a present for my parents with my own money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to hot wire a car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to pick locks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a better computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sneak out of the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4/20&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camp in a cemetery (Particularly on Halloween)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat more different food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe talk to a therapist?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something else illegal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bungee Jump&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tap a stranger on the shoulder yelling "TAG YOU'RE IT!" and run off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to write with my left hand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to ride a skateboard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find Waldo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whisper all day to annoy people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a coed sleepover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a 24 hour movie night with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-7013733975775855661?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/7013733975775855661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=7013733975775855661&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7013733975775855661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7013733975775855661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-i-want-to-do-before-i-graduate.html' title='Things I Want to do Before I Graduate'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-4152296060175121242</id><published>2009-11-03T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:02:04.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Anticlimactic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nothing really interesting happened in school today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or at home either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grammy came over to watch Mom and wait for the docs to call so she could go with her when she got her ultrasound but gee, they didn't even call.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assholes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swear almost every doctor pisses me off royally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-4152296060175121242?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/4152296060175121242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=4152296060175121242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4152296060175121242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4152296060175121242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/11/anticlimactic.html' title='Anticlimactic'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-1282490989856576207</id><published>2009-11-02T23:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:33:58.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I Promised Myself--UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Mom is coming home from the hospital even though they wanted her to stay.  She has to go back to the hospital to get an ultra sound on her heart tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just waiting for her to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-1282490989856576207?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/1282490989856576207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=1282490989856576207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1282490989856576207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1282490989856576207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-promised-myself-update.html' title='I Promised Myself--UPDATE'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-1192981585341017852</id><published>2009-11-02T19:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:30:12.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worried'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rawr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I Promised Myself</title><content type='html'>A little bit ago, not to use my blog to voice my 'issues' anymore and to try and only write about the happier things in my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course promises are meant to be broken, at least a little bit.  I guess my excuse is this post is really for a update and so I don't have to keep typing the same thing via IM over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there is going to be some humor seeing as it's dealing with my Mother. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get home from the bus to find my Mother sitting on the couch completely out of breath and grabbing her chest.  When I asked her what was wrong she said that her heart was beating very fast and that she could hardly breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that she was either gonna call the ER or I was gonna take her there myself and ya know what she said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay that's a good idea I'll go.  BUT WAIT JUDGE JUDY IS ALMOST OVER!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's, what I like to say 'So Saundra'. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her to the ER and they stuck the leads onto her.  Her heart rate was around 101-90 which was high for her but it wasn't too bad.  It began to drop and got back down to what her pacemaker was set to which was around 74-80 (her pacemaker is set for 74).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took blood to do some tests and also took an x-ray of her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being there for about an hour or so Mom started talking to the old lady next to us named Stella.  She told us the story of why she was here and about her rescue dogs.  She was really nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came and was really worried naturally and annoyed that we didn't call him, but we told him it was because we weren't sure if it was serious and that he also had stuff with his mother to deal with too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home to feed the dog and cat and took JJ to Wendy's.  After that I did the rest of the laundry and then watched 101 Dalmatians with JJ.  Dad came home with the news that "Mom is being taken to the closest South Point hospital because they want to check if she has a blood clot in her lung because the machine they have at the ER here could cause her pacemaker to stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there was a high level of something in her blood that suggested she could have one.  Dad wasn't very good on the specifics, although I don't expect him to really be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have been calling the house, and I've been trying to give them all the info I could.  I've called my Dad and left a message so I'll blog some more when I get the info about her at the other hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-1192981585341017852?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/1192981585341017852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=1192981585341017852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1192981585341017852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1192981585341017852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-promised-myself.html' title='I Promised Myself'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-7472515435889582781</id><published>2009-11-01T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:49:56.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Halloween Party!</title><content type='html'>Saturday night I went to Miss. JackiePeaches Halloween Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there early with Ed and Tom and we helped set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed dressed as a bunny and Tom as a warrior dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy went all out. He wrote 'book' on his face and went as...you guessed it, Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike made a T-shirt that said LIVE so he was a 'live mic'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacike was Pinky from Pacman and I was Ms. Packman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia was Matilda, and Jackie's cousin Carly was a Devil and her boyfriend wore black clothes and a kick ass Jack Skellington hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much the group for awhile until we went trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Jackie wanted to play a game with toilet paper. I hugged her because I wanted to be on her team and suddenly we were attacked and wrapped together in the 2 roles of toilet paper instead. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also played a game where we had to suck on suckers and pass a life saver from sucker stick to sucker stick. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of the gang came over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom, Max, and Jon (Carly's bf) had a competition to see who could stick the most big marshmallows in their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Max got 12, Jon 15, and Tom 16. I got 11! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the time we pretty much just talked and goofed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad came dressed in a Scream mask and holding an ax and walked in screaming. He was kinda disappointed no one was really scared but I was glad he came anyways. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched SNL and then went right to sleep. Got up early and helped Grandpa clean leaves in his yard and went to see Grandma in the hospital. Even though she's going into rehab tomorrow, if you were to put her sleeping next to a corpse, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. She's so thin and her arms are all black and blue from the IV's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more day's until The Boss! I'm worried/excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Monday, sometimes I wish we had 3 day weekend. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-7472515435889582781?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/7472515435889582781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=7472515435889582781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7472515435889582781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7472515435889582781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party!'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6920476612282095688</id><published>2009-10-28T15:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:16:21.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stickers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Another Long While</title><content type='html'>Hellos followers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I just haven't had the desire to blog for awhile.  I'm either too busy or too tired to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing exciting that's been happening at the house is a game I think I'm gonna call Kaboom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick any topic under the sun, whether it be how you're doing, the weather, politics, religion, your favorite color etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer you can talk to my Dad without him suddenly exploding on you, ya win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes is my record. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely Jackie is hosting a Halloween party at her house, I can't wait!  I helped her gather some of the Halloween decorations at my house yesterday, and the day of the party I'm going over early to help set up. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Ribbon Week is this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it, and the fact that I didn't think about the fact that I was putting a red shirt on this morning.  So today I looked like I supported it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady asked me if I would sign the pledge again today and again I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again she looked at me as if I were Satin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I'm set on the plan of trying a little weed after I graduate.  Don't like it?  Then piss of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I do support it being legalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting in line for lunch today the really small freshie that looks like a 4th grader started talking to me (or rather my boobs, since that's where she came up to).  We talked about Ketchup. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the docs and got my flu shot (not the Swine flu one, you're lucky if you got that one).   I got Dora stickers!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applied for a job at Fun n' Stuff.  Also going to apply for a job at Burlington and maybe Peppers too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I leave you all farewell and with one question to answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you release your anger and frustration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-6920476612282095688?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6920476612282095688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6920476612282095688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6920476612282095688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6920476612282095688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-long-while.html' title='Another Long While'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-71871617093382797</id><published>2009-10-15T23:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:34:55.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>*Cough*</title><content type='html'>Jeez, everyone is getting sick.  Friends are sick, family is sick.  Hell, even I've been sick for the past week.  They shut down University school for a week too because so many kids were out sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing very exciting happened during school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after school I did have a blonde moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to Kohl's to get an application.  After finding the customer service desk they refused to give me an application because I was 16 and now 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the fun part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk out the door to the parking lot again I notice something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was the normal, hey you're in the wrong row but as I started looking around, I couldn't see it still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I tried hitting the unlock button, hoping the lights would flash and attract my attention.  However, no lights either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda think of it, none of the cars looked like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my Mom up and asked how to turn the panic alarm off on the car once you press the button (so I didn't look like a moron when I hit it to find the car and not being able to shut it down) and she asked me why I needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I couldn't find the car and I took a deep breath and pressed the panic button on the keys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No alarm.  No ringing.  No nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally I started freaking a little and thinking the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mom came to the rescue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I hardy ever shop at Kohl's (wonder why I wanna work there huh? =p) thus, I don't know the layout all that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when my Mother asked me "Well, are you in the right parking lot?"...well...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out there are two parking lots that look exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the car was in the other one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight everyone (except Dad) is sick in the house, and he's going out of town tomorrow.  So I'm going to take care of Mommy and JJ tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sensing a pajama 'party'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-71871617093382797?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/71871617093382797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=71871617093382797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/71871617093382797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/71871617093382797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/10/cough.html' title='*Cough*'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-4110178992085960869</id><published>2009-10-14T22:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:54:55.488-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fights'/><title type='text'>This Is Like The Stupid Things I Wanna Film/Do Someday:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.mtvnservices.com/video/player.swf?uri=mgid:cms:mvideo:cmt.com:40319&amp;amp;group=music&amp;amp;type=normal&amp;amp;ref=http%3a%2f%2fmail.google.com%2fmail%2f%3fui%3d2%26view%3dbsp%26ver%3d1qygpcgurkovy&amp;amp;geo=US"&gt;http://media.mtvnservices.com/video/player.swf?uri=mgid:cms:mvideo:cmt.com:40319&amp;amp;group=music&amp;amp;type=normal&amp;amp;ref=http%3a%2f%2fmail.google.com%2fmail%2f%3fui%3d2%26view%3dbsp%26ver%3d1qygpcgurkovy&amp;amp;geo=US &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-4110178992085960869?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/4110178992085960869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=4110178992085960869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4110178992085960869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4110178992085960869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-like-stupid-things-i-wanna.html' title='This Is Like The Stupid Things I Wanna Film/Do Someday:'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-3056458190839543995</id><published>2009-10-13T20:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:34:41.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tee hee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><title type='text'>Love List</title><content type='html'>Sooooo, "&lt;a href="http://fromunderthepeachtree.blogspot.com/2009/08/challenge.html"&gt;Love List&lt;/a&gt;" huh?  Lez dew eeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is never still- which is probably why it used to take me a long time to fall asleep quickly. I was always just just thinking and imagining the most random things, situations and stories in my head. Now I have them under control a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure in hell helps me at school. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) My Sarcasm and Sense of Humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to always keep that type of comedic spark going in my life and hell, if you're able to laugh at one thing or group of people you should be able to laugh at them all. It also helps on those rough days. I especially love cheering my friends up with it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) My Music Tastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't any type of music that I've found I completely hate yet. It annoys me when others refuse to listen to something because it's too "slow" or it's "country". I love that I have a lot of variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love the color. Green with little flexes of brown is what they are and when I wear the right outfit everyone seems to notice them too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) My Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At least most of it.  Especially when I get time to work out regularly.  Abs=love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Goofiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do just about anything to get a good laugh out of people.  Plus, it's just no fun being serious and practical all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) My Ability to Stumble Upon Strange Happenings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen and had many weird things happen to me in my life so far. But what I also love is the fact that just for my own humor I'll find the most ridiculously positive sides of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) My Height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tall enough to look down at the freshman, yet small enough to beast you at hide and seek. And what the hey, good things come in little packages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) My Boldness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, I do color outside of the lines.  What now bitch?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) My Strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not so much physically, but mentally. At least I think I'm pretty strong minded. I've been through quite a lot in my life, especially when I was young.&lt;span&gt; I've had to play many roles in my life to keep everything stable, and once I stumbled a bit. As much as I still want to do it again, I know I can't. That in itself is a big battle for me because I know that if I do (as dramatic as this may sound) everything, and I mean everything would be extremely royally fucked in my life in every aspect possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I'm going to add a bonus to this "Love List":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) My Friends and Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No matter what has happened you guys (and you know who you are) have been with me through this and thin. Through everything, at least one of you has been there for me. Thick and thin, big and small. Even if you don't feel like you're there for me, even if you're only able to say "I'm sorry" or "I hope it get's better" that's help enough for me, because I know that no matter what you wish there was something more you could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be happy to give everything good I have to all of you in exchange for anything bad or evil in your lives. In the end I know all I really live for in life is to see all of you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for fortune cookie sounding Jackie? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayy I'll have your To-Do list you requested soon too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-3056458190839543995?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/3056458190839543995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=3056458190839543995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3056458190839543995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Kentucky</title><content type='html'>I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b8e1wCm6K5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b8e1wCm6K5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-8246477508979568202?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Remember...</title><content type='html'>Those horror movies you'd watch or still watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTWf9QGdJCQ"&gt;Scream&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LydgEmQWOp0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.movieweb.com/video/VInOesorGMjZrq"&gt;Prom Night&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anybody would ever do something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just decide to kill someone for no real reason I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wish it could never happen either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it's because I was already stressed and upset from my week or if it had nothing to do with anything entirely but this story I saw on Nancy Grace disturbed me so much I almost puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the video but I did find the transcripts...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIDENTIFIED MALE: Breaking news in the shocking Boy Scout murder. Investigators say there could be additional arrests in the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; UNIDENTIFIED MALE:  The participants intended to kill the occupants of the home, if anyone was present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIDENTIFIED MALE: Four teens currently arrested in the machete hacking death of 42-year-old nurse Kimberly Cates. Kimberly Cates died of multiple stab wounds to her head, torso, arm and leg -- her 11-year-old daughter surviving, now recovering at a Boston children`s hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigators gearing up -- multiple search warrants executed, dozens of people interviewed, as authorities search for motive and possibly additional suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; UNIDENTIFIED FEMALE:  Christopher Gribble (ph) is charged with the most heinous crime -- murder in the first degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIDENTIFIED MALE: Prosecutors say Christopher Gribble was armed with a knife and Stephen Spader had a machete. Authorities say William Marks and Quinn Glover were also armed when they entered 4 Trow Road in Mount Vernon. Kimberly Cates and her 11-year-old daughter were sleeping inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; UNIDENTIFIED MALE:  They targeted this home, essentially ran (INAUDIBLE), because it was on an isolated road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIDENTIFIED MALE: Gribble and Spader face three charges that include first degree murder. Prosecutors say both suspects hit Kate and her daughter with their weapons. Kimberly Cates allegedly died in her bed, while the 11-year-old suffered serious injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIDENTIFIED MALE: She remains in the intensive care unit. It doesn`t appear that her -- her injuries are life-threatening. But that isn`t, by any means, to minimize the severity of the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; UNIDENTIFIED FEMALE:  A sixth grade girl is brutalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; UNIDENTIFIED MALE:  The participants intended to kill the occupants of the home if anyone was present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (END VIDEO TAPE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE: Straight out to Joe Dwinell with the "Boston Herald." Joe, I`ve just heard the disturbing news that the little 11-year-old girl`s toes were hacked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE DWINELL, REPORTER/EDITOR, "THE BOSTON HERALD": Exactly. Sources tell "The Herald" that the girl`s toes were chopped off in this heinous attack. She`s now recovering in the Children`s Hospital in Boston and they discovered her toes at the crime scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE: To Dr. Lee Vinocur with the University of Maryland School of Medicine, Dr. Vinocur, is there any way -- I know of other body parts -- hands, legs, fingers that have -- and more -- that have been reattached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is that a possibility here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINOCUR: Well, I mean, it depends on the amount of time and when they found the toes and if they transported them and they didn`t have a long ischemic time. But certainly, with fingers, which are more useful, it depends on which toe. A big toe, they will spend the time to transplant because it helps with balance. But sometimes a baby toe, to go through all that surgery, they might not do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GRACE:  Why did you say ischemic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINOCUR: Ischemia means how long the toes were off before they could put them on ice and get the blood vessels to contract so that the tissue doesn`t start to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GRACE:  OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; VINOCUR:  So you want to get the, you know, the part brought to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GRACE:  As fast as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the lawyers, Susan Moss, Mickey Sherman, Anne Bremner. You know, Mickey Sherman, that was to torture that little girl. That was to torture her. Now, you can`t tell me anybody is caught up in the heat of passion, they`re all in a pack mentality and then I find out the little 11-year-old girl has her toes chopped off with a machete. I can hardly form the words, Sherman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERMAN: I didn`t do it. The problem is it`s indefensible. It is absolutely indefensible. I mean, you know, this is why people embrace the death penalty. And, you know, we saw because of the fallibility of the criminal justice system and The Innocence Project results, we say we`ve got to get rid of the death penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes one of these cases, which I call the end of the end of the death penalty, because we all want to say, let`s kill these guys and then we`ll get -- get rid of the death penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE: We are showing you photos. Take a look at this, Mickey, Anne, Susan. These are some of the guys that are now being held on murder and attempted murder on an 11-year-old little girl, murder of the mother. Here are the photos of the suspects from Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, I especially want to show, Rosie, the shot of one of them holding a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Could you please get that one for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There you go.  And I believe there`s one more holding a knife.  There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, how would you like to bring that home to dinner, Dr. Lillian Glass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. LILLIAN GLASS: Horrible. It`s -- it`s just egregious. And it shows there`s a lot of sadism. You can see it in their faces. It`s -- it`s repulsive. It sounds like a ritual type of behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GRACE:  Out to Clark Goldband, our producer on the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What more can you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARK GOLDBAND, NANCY GRACE PRODUCER, COVERING STORY: We are standing by, Nancy, for breaking news. Authorities not ruling out additional arrests. We know four suspects already there in custody, but authorities on the ground questioning more witnesses and seeking more answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, Nancy, as you talked about, that 11-year-old girl had her toes removed and unfortunately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GRACE:  Don`t say removed.  Don`t say removed.  That`s not what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GOLDBAND:  It was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE: They hacked her toes, a little girl`s toes -- what is that, the fourth of fifth grade -- off with a machete, Clark. They didn`t remove them. Don`t -- don`t sugar coat what has happened to this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father is out of town working to make a living. He leaves for one night. That night, his wife is murdered asleep in her own bed and his daughter is nearly hacked to death. And now, Boy Scouts and a Mormon missionary being held on murder charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What can you tell me about these alleged perpetrators, Joe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Joe joining us from "The Boston Herald."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DWINELL: I can tell you a lot. Christopher Gribble -- that`s the one with the knife. He was supposedly going to go on a Mormon mission. But he also spoke about how the commandment of thou shalt not kill was -- was -- he was having trouble getting over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook friends tell us that Christopher was just racked with hate, anger, rage. And this is also true of Stephen Spader. He, too, was dark. He had turned from a kid who was into, you know, theater, to someone who is just full of hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They went, in the early morning hours of Sunday, and just hacked this -- allegedly hacked this family apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE: I`m just -- I`m just sick. I`m sick at heart. This child holding onto her life at the hospital. The father -- no more wife, no more mommy. And I`ve got to tell you, trying to raise two children, it takes two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-2334930585963993533?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/2334930585963993533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=2334930585963993533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2334930585963993533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2334930585963993533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/10/remember.html' title='Remember...'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-7541970634506390951</id><published>2009-10-02T01:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:15:30.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>We Are The Champions, My Friend</title><content type='html'>Guess which varsity girls golf team won the conference championship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nordonia's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is going to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-7541970634506390951?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/7541970634506390951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>Hookie</title><content type='html'>So I get to school and then coach calls and tells us that the tournament was canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only bits and pieces of my homework done and my book bag is at home, let alone dressed in my golf gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained that he would e-mail the teachers about our homework and to go back and change and get a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...instead of doing that I told my Mom I didn't want to go to school so we went to McDonald's for breakfast and ate together before I went back upstairs to sleep for 4 more hours. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel better than ever right now.  It's like all of a sudden my confidence came back.  I was able to look in the mirror today and think "Wow, you really are pretty" for the first time in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my 'nap' I got dressed and picked up JJ from the middle school (he leaves early because the doc doesn't want his foot down all day) and I treated him to Wendy's.  On the way home Stevie Nicks "Edge of Seventeen" came on and we were dancing to it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Scooby Doo Spooky Island and when Dad came on went with him to walk the dog.  He was very surprised and happy that I was going with him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Jackie's house where we did some homeworking together before running up to CVS and getting ourselves each a Betty Crocker Warm Delight Brownie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought that all you did was take the bowl out of the box and then stick it in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make ya work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you need to take the brownie mix and pour it in the bowl and then add water, and then stir it up and THEN you put it in the microwave for 45 seconds before squeezing the chocolate fudge on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all our hard labor we also decided to crunch up ice cream bars into the brownie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's was the yummiest thing in the world. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be in school tomorrow, actually golfing this time! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday I get to miss a Spanish test and ton's of other shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoop whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Starting to regret me staying home a tad...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-4291269255706042849?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/4291269255706042849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=4291269255706042849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4291269255706042849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/4291269255706042849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/hookie.html' title='Hookie'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-3893898514363991404</id><published>2009-09-29T19:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:35:03.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><title type='text'>I Was Pondering...</title><content type='html'>This may come to be a touchy subject for you, or this may even well surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to get opinions from all of you (even the close friends I see at school everyday) in the comments section regarding this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you needed a license to be a parent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that sound wrong?  Would you fight against it?  Or would you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please comment, don't come to me.  Put it in writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-3893898514363991404?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/3893898514363991404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=3893898514363991404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3893898514363991404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3893898514363991404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-pondering.html' title='I Was Pondering...'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-5627393474951325210</id><published>2009-09-28T18:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:58:06.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homecoming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Homecoming 09</title><content type='html'>Was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually started dancing as soon as we got into the gym which was something I never did in the years before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the lovely pictures my Dad managed to take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SsA2Fed-MfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a2aCjynZS4U/s1600-h/Homecoming+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SsA2Fed-MfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a2aCjynZS4U/s400/Homecoming+2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386364622041133554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SsE56lgBWAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Mhtx6d_PumM/s1600-h/Homecoming+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SsE56lgBWAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Mhtx6d_PumM/s400/Homecoming+2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386650307973437442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SsE6SsPP1LI/AAAAAAAAAcc/0_Xzw31LhtI/s1600-h/Homecoming+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SsE6SsPP1LI/AAAAAAAAAcc/0_Xzw31LhtI/s400/Homecoming+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386650722098992306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that last one is a keeper. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact of me hating this year it made it seem somewhat better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I also say that the lovely woman and dear friend dressed all pretty in pink did my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a talented little devil. &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also note that the man with the brown hair wasn't looking at the camera in any of the pictures.  Shame on you Ryan. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After homecoming Andeth, Ryan, Jackie, Mike, Billy, Dev, Gerber, Tom and Ed all came back to my house for some pool, video games and chicken fries! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerber did some magic tricks too and Tom was good at pool (Andeth and Mike had already impressed upon me their skills last year. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all for now.  Too tired to blog anything else. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-5627393474951325210?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/5627393474951325210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=5627393474951325210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5627393474951325210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5627393474951325210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/homecoming-09.html' title='Homecoming 09'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SsA2Fed-MfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a2aCjynZS4U/s72-c/Homecoming+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-2007387352444472637</id><published>2009-09-23T20:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:32:35.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>ZOH MY GOSHIES</title><content type='html'>I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I shot my personal best today.  A 41.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out I beat Kendra.  A girl on the Stow team who NOBODY likes (even her team mates).  Stow, Falls, and us have made an anti-Kendra gang, we have an imaginary tree house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out I did 2nd best on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out I beat Stow's number one player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that our team all together beat Stow by one stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They beat us by one last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge!!!  Revenge!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention we beat a school record?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach bought us frosites??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellz to the yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a pretty awesome week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-2007387352444472637?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/2007387352444472637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=2007387352444472637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2007387352444472637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2007387352444472637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/zoh-my-goshies.html' title='ZOH MY GOSHIES'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-2163585021805487157</id><published>2009-09-20T16:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:15:57.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rayy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloon'/><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>So Gina had set a 10:35 tee time today at Fox Den golf course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mapquest said it would only take me 25 minutes to get there.  I left at 9:30 so I could get there early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there at 11:10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the dumbasses had the address wrong on their website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine, I got off the right exit, I made the right turns yadda yadda.  Then all of a sudden when I'm supposed to be turning into a golf course there's a retirement home (that's not even the right address I might add.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after driving up and down a few times I pulled over and called Gina and asked her where it was.  She told me to keep going up the road and go onto Fish Creek which would be on the left.  She also told me to keep driving up past the Hudson Stores and under a train bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did and I kept going till I hit Twinsburg and called again.  They told me to drive back, I went too far, and that it should be on the right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dive all the way back to where I was and still no Fish Creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since their directions aren't working I decide to try and wave someone down on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, a woman in her car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waves back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, a group of local kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We dunno."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING LIVE THERE YOU SHOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, jogger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop the car, wave at him to come over and yell excuse me out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!" *jogs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no where else to park by the Hudson shops and it's bumper to bumper traffic so I called them back again and have them give the phone to the starter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally gets me there.  Turns outs even though I told them I was heading North they thought I was coming from the South and the directions where backwards.  Fish Creek was really on the right when it should have been on the left and then left when it should have been on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention all this time I was driving with the light on because SOMEBODY (*cough* Dad *cough*) didn't fill up the tank the last they took the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got there and was paying in the club house everyone was like "OMG ASHLEY'S HERE!"  Not just Gina, Ashley O. and Lauren, people that worked at the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a name for myself and I wasn't even there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got done playing (did I also mention we got golf carts?!) Gina rode in my car and we got gas and Burger King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove her to 2-Club and then went and gave Rachel her "Get Well Soon!" balloon that I tried to give her yesterday. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the beginning 5 minutes of the Browns game, became disgusted and came here.  JJ and I are gonna play Left of Dead now! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-2163585021805487157?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/2163585021805487157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=2163585021805487157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2163585021805487157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2163585021805487157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventure.html' title='Adventure'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-5882278392506405756</id><published>2009-09-17T22:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:59:47.774-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dane Cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>So Today...</title><content type='html'>Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very bad morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat good afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my Mom told me that JJ had to go to the ER last night because his leg pain was so great and his dumbass doctor won't give him any more pain pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of weight on my shoulders for the past few weeks, and I guess I just needed to...let it all out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my Mom told me about my brother I started bawling.  I cried on the bus, I cried at school, cried some more, cried at golf to the point where I was shaking and nearly cried after golf because I was freaking and saying how much of a "horrible sister" I am and how I "hate myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which wasn't the main reason it was just the last thing that set me off ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing about today is that I got lot's of hugs and I'm happy now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO GOLF TOMORROW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*back flips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I say I just love you guys so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug tackles will be given on sight tomorrow.  So watch out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this Dane Cook skit reminded me of today (sorry it's not the actualy footage...yt didn't have it...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM1IDKQ3Kqw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM1IDKQ3Kqw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-5882278392506405756?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/5882278392506405756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=5882278392506405756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5882278392506405756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/5882278392506405756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-today.html' title='So Today...'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-2037442481326601258</id><published>2009-09-13T17:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:48:56.916-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>He's A Supa Freak, Supa Freak!</title><content type='html'>Woke up and went to The Range today instead of 2-Club because it's free there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't very crowded.  In the end there was only two guys left when I was just about done hitting my second bucket of balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the guy behind me was leaving he asked me how long I had been playing and told me that I had a really nice swing and to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ya know, of course I felt pretty damn good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish hitting the whole bucket of balls though because my arm was hurting really bad.  When I was leaving the older guy (he was like, maybe 50? =/) that was hitting further down suddenly just swung at the golf ball and turned around and went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my good!  Look, look at that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a terrible shot but I told him it was good anyways and the rest continued as followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya see, I knew it would be a good shot!  It's just cuz you're such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty girl &lt;/span&gt;and all and that good karma just effects people!  Have long you been playing golf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since I was 8."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, wow it really shows!" *stares at me rubbing my arm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I just gotta get this arm fixed and I'll be top dog on the team."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, ya hurt your arm?  What's wrong with it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him how nobody knows for sure, and that it could be from typing and golf and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*claps* "Oh yeah, yeah, that makes sense!  It could also be because you've been playing golf for so long, which sucks because you're such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty girl&lt;/span&gt;!  But I bought all of these tapes and they taught me this really good type of swing- oh!  Here!  Lemme show you!" *grabs a club out of his bag and swings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept continuing on about the swing and then he shoved the golf club in my hands and was like "Let me see your grip!  No, see, you're too tense!  Take you arm and relax it!"  And he started grabbing my right arm changing it around and then tried to stand behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I swung the club and grabbed my car keys and tried to make a move to go but he stepped towards me and was like "So where does your arm hurt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*holds out arm a little* "It hurts here, and up my arm.  And I really should go now to ice it-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean here?" *grabs arm and runs finger up and down it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, yeah, I really need to go now-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then went and grabbed his golf club and hit another golf ball and went "YES!  That's the swing ya gotta do!  Nice shot huh?!" *holds out hand for a high five*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to quickly tap it and run and he grabbed my hand a little bit and took a deep breath and went "Such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty girl&lt;/span&gt;" really softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I NEED TO GO NOW!  BYE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my stuff and started leaving and he kept talking and almost kinda following me so I took out my cell phone and pretended to be talking to someone.  I was so freaked I didn't even want to stay and tell the owner and high tailed out of the parking lot at 45 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I though he had a mental problem or something like that because he was talking really fast and somewhat shaking.  But after all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty girl&lt;/span&gt; comments and staring at my chest and legs and trying to grab me shit, he screamed pedophile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even had like, those classic pedophile glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what was even scarier was that I was there ALONE with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to my Grammy's house down the road and told her everything and she said if I ever wanted to go to there again to bring her and that she'll bring her gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad told me that if he's there the next time I go back to tell the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think I'll waste my money at 2-Club.  I feel like he fucking stripped me with his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-2037442481326601258?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/2037442481326601258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=2037442481326601258&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2037442481326601258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2037442481326601258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/hes-supa-freak-supa-freak.html' title='He&apos;s A Supa Freak, Supa Freak!'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6967161029329246273</id><published>2009-09-12T16:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:49:21.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valley Voyages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights</title><content type='html'>First home game of the year!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pep-rally at the school for all the varsity fall sports.  The cheerleaders didn't make the girls golf team a paper banner to run though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bitches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dance offs between each sport's team and the boys and girls golf team got the chicken dance!  Mya, Jenna, and me went out for the girls team and kicked ass! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf practice was very bad today since we were all pumped.  We kept hitting all the balls waaay too hard and getting like, 5's on every hole (we should be getting 3's or lower so that's very bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to try and improve our game coach decided to bribe us.  He said that if all 6 of us got a total score 20 or under he'd buy us all frostys from Wendy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a fucking frosty could save our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then coach changed it up.  If we get 20 or under we get frostys.  But if we get over WE have to buy HIM Chipotle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept on getting 20's then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we had lots of fun, we were screaming and jumping up and down and everything. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurried up and got ready for the football game.  Ryan picked me up after Andeth and then we got Jackie and headed to Apple Bee's!  Food was very yummy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to the game and had tons of fun with everyone.  Larry even came back too (he had moved)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a prank on Caramel and then left towards the end of the 4th quarter; this time with Ryan's little brother Eric as well (he's in 8th grade and funny as hell =p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Giant Eagle to see if they had any doughnuts left.  While walking in Jackie and I spotted this little kid in a shopping cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon this discovery we completely ditched the guys and ran over to ask the little kid's Dad if we could hug him because he was the most adorable thing we'd ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was Evan, and he was 15 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up going to Wal Mart for doughnuts and ate them at Jackie's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned my room a bit when I got home and then got my stuff ready for Valley Voyages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 rolled around and in my fear of being late to the school I cut the 20 minute driving time there in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking was very fun!  My arms feel great too. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sure everyone had lots of fun because I know I sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, nothing can beat &lt;a href="http://alphie93.blogspot.com/search?q=Shit+Happens"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; VV trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, seagulls. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&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/8209277217693698060-6967161029329246273?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6967161029329246273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6967161029329246273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6967161029329246273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6967161029329246273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-night-lights.html' title='Friday Night Lights'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-556698491916804228</id><published>2009-09-08T01:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:09:41.059-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>Ah, today was a lovely day off (and we still have one more to go!). =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end Jackie, Ryan, Andeth and I all got together and had a picnic in the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we headed to my place for dinner (yes I know, after we just ate basically =p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoyed the food (I hope) and seems to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Nazi Zombies and Jackie and I huddled in a ball next to Andeth because of how high it is on the creepy scale.  After that we watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8pz1gIVWYc"&gt;"Without A Paddle"&lt;/a&gt;, one of Ryan's favorite movies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent at good hour and a half just laying around talking and getting fat off of my mom's chocolate chip cookies before it was time for everyone to leave. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf practice at 3 tomorrow.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-556698491916804228?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/556698491916804228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=556698491916804228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/556698491916804228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/556698491916804228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-2231754267727784911</id><published>2009-09-06T02:27:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:26:21.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><title type='text'>Love List</title><content type='html'>Sooooo, "&lt;a href="http://fromunderthepeachtree.blogspot.com/2009/08/challenge.html"&gt;Love List&lt;/a&gt;" huh?  Lez dew eeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is never still- which is probably why it used to take me a long time to fall asleep quickly.  I was always just just thinking and imagining the most random things, situations and stories in my head.  Now I have them under control a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure in hell helps me at school. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) My Sarcasm and Sense of Humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to always keep that type of comedic spark going in my life and hell, if you're able to laugh at one thing or group of people you should be able to laugh at them all.  It also helps on those rough days.  I especially love cheering my friends up with it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) My Music Tastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't any type of music that I've found I completely hate yet.  It annoys me when others refuse to listen to something because it's too "slow" or it's "country".  I love that I have a lot of variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love the color.  Green with little flexes of brown is what they are and when I wear the right outfit everyone seems to notice them too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) My Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At least most of it.  Especially when I get time to work out regularly.  Abs=love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Goofiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do just about anything to get a good laugh out of people.  Plus, it's just no fun being serious and practical all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) My Ability to Stumble Upon Strange Happenings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen and had many weird things happen to me in my life so far.  But what I also love is the fact that just for my own humor I'll find the most ridiculously positive sides of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) My Height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tall enough to look down at the freshman, yet small enough to beast you at hide and seek.  And what the hey, good things come in little packages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) My Boldness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, I do color outside of the lines.  What now bitch?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) My Strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not so much physically, but mentally.  At least I think I'm pretty strong minded.  I've been through quite a lot in my life, especially when I was young.&lt;span&gt;  I've had to play many roles in my life to keep everything stable, and once I stumbled a bit.  As much as I still want to do it again, I know I can't.  That in itself is a big battle for me because I know that if I do (as dramatic as this may sound) everything, and I mean everything would be extremely royally fucked in my life in every aspect possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I'm going to add a bonus to this "Love List":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) My Friends and Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No matter what has happened you guys (and you know who you are) have been with me through this and thin.  Through everything, at least one of you has been there for me.  Thick and thin, big and small.  Even if you don't feel like you're there for me, even if you're only able to say "I'm sorry" or "I hope it get's better" that's help enough for me, because I know that no matter what you wish there was something more you could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be happy to give everything good I have to all of you in exchange for anything bad or evil in your lives.  In the end I know all I really live for in life is to see all of you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for fortune cookie sounding Jackie? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayy I'll have your To-Do list you requested soon too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-2231754267727784911?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/2231754267727784911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=2231754267727784911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2231754267727784911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/2231754267727784911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-list.html' title='Love List'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6377527289336815178</id><published>2009-09-06T01:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:27:09.401-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>Ash and Jay Day! (Plus Love List)</title><content type='html'>Cyrus came over for a bit to visit, other than that JJ and I spent the whole day together! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we danced crazily to the ring tones on our celly's because we were bored and then I decided that we were going to go to the park so I can try and get some pictures for my photo class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I didn't but we drove around that then ended up at Network Video and bought Sweeny Todd! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Panini's and then visited with Jackie, Anthony, Double D, and his wife (who's name I never caught =x) for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After heading to Giant Eagle to get Mom some things for dinner tomorrow, watched the movie, and then headed to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a pretty good day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm going to break another promise and have to try and do Jackie's assignment tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 in the morning and I've come up with 6 out of 10 things in the last 3 hours.  I will not post it up until it's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-6377527289336815178?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6377527289336815178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6377527289336815178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6377527289336815178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6377527289336815178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/ash-and-jay-day.html' title='Ash and Jay Day! (Plus Love List)'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-1015067941107782064</id><published>2009-09-04T22:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:03:49.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melvin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>Beep beep!  Hoot hoot!</title><content type='html'>So I got my license yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there I freaked out at my Mom for starting a cigarette in the car and I threw it out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't exactly happy about that... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there I parked and went inside.  The lady at the desk asked me for my temps. and license plate number (which I know, hahaha!) and then she asked me where the car was parked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, um, in the parking lot." *points*&lt;br /&gt;"Well yeah, I kind of figured that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was still a little nervous/excited. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the chaos of getting JJ out of the car and racing around to the front the driver lady checked the car to make sure it was legal to be on the road, and then got in and I was off to do my maneuverability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to go on the right side, and I did and then that was it.  This whole time I thought you had to go through both sides. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual driving portion was simple.  Despite the road being small, with no edge or center lines, and 25mph I did great! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed at trying to make a little humors small talk with the instructor.  She was like my Dad's GPS (which we call Lola) the way she gave me directions. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I parked, passed and went in to get my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving JJ very loudly stated that I was the shortest person in the whole room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody looked down to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wanted to take me to Red Lobster to celebrate, I didn't want to go but she was all excited so in the end we went and came home with a ton of left over food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove over to Andeth's house to drop off the cones for him to practice with and then headed on over to the Twist and Shake to see Jackie and Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird driving alone.  Although I've done it a lot before I guess I felt a little....safer?  I guess since I was legal and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrieved some banana's for them so they could continue making their Sunday's and then I was off for home to study and do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of it JJ calls me and tells me to come downstairs and on the deck.  So I do and I find my Dad out there making this weird noise over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were screech owls (at least that's what he said what they were) in the trees in our backyard and every time he called out to them, they called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my Dad can speak bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a 'panic attack' around 3 in the morning because I couldn't find Melvin before going to sleep. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was...bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math class was so boring that I fell so asleep I had some weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That class tires me out the whole day because it's so uninteresting... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was alright today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For photo Mr. Naujoks wants us to take 25 pictures or more over the weekend.  I'm actually gonna put some of the one's I've taken in the past that I really love too along with more current ones. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one that's really cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SqHRloxQZII/AAAAAAAAAcE/PIfacUdTncs/s1600-h/Shannon+and+Little+Peanut+Butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SqHRloxQZII/AAAAAAAAAcE/PIfacUdTncs/s400/Shannon+and+Little+Peanut+Butter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377809874586461314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog Shannon is on the left and that little guy on the right is (what JJ and I dubbed as) Little Peanut Butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Shannon is all like "What the fuck is this thing??  DEFENSE MODE!" and Peanut Butter is all like "Oooooh, biiiiig doggie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's how I interpenetrated it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I picked up Ryan and drove him to the Twist and Shake.  I also got Jackie a pizza. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched part of Cloverfield before JJ wanted to stop and go upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'd take the time to go blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie, I'll do your &lt;a href="http://fromunderthepeachtree.blogspot.com/2009/08/challenge.html"&gt;'assignment'&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow!  Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-1015067941107782064?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/1015067941107782064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=1015067941107782064&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1015067941107782064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1015067941107782064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/beep-beep-hoot-hoot.html' title='Beep beep!  Hoot hoot!'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e3QOsgwnVc/SqHRloxQZII/AAAAAAAAAcE/PIfacUdTncs/s72-c/Shannon+and+Little+Peanut+Butter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-123332259243257281</id><published>2009-09-04T00:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:39:52.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short blog post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird'/><title type='text'>This Whole 'School Thing'</title><content type='html'>Is seriously cutting into my blogging time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I will give you in one sentence the events of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my license and my Dad spoke bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make ya go "Hmmmmmmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details tomorrow! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-123332259243257281?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/123332259243257281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=123332259243257281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/123332259243257281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/123332259243257281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-whole-school-thing.html' title='This Whole &apos;School Thing&apos;'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-1002462236073723604</id><published>2009-09-01T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:02:19.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you just lost the game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I just won the game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>After Staying Up (Way) Late...</title><content type='html'>I finished all the homework that would have been assigned tonight last night, got through the school day, did well at practice, and practiced some more driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in time to play Nazi Zombies (a.k.a Call of Duty: World At War) with JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking.  Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-1002462236073723604?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/1002462236073723604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=1002462236073723604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1002462236073723604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1002462236073723604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-staying-up.html' title='After Staying Up (Way) Late...'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6141915231982128848</id><published>2009-08-31T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:37:30.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>Fuck School, Golf, and Driving.  I'd Rather Be Stupid, Unskilled, and Have No License.</title><content type='html'>My brother texted me 5 minutes ago saying "Hey Ashley, we should play natzi zombies tomorrow and can I have a hug?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could give him the hug, but I told him I had a lot of stuff to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling him I have "a lot of stuff to do tomorrow" for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deal with saying "I'm too busy for you right now" to my own brother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-6141915231982128848?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6141915231982128848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6141915231982128848&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6141915231982128848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6141915231982128848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/08/fuck-school-golf-and-driving-id-rather.html' title='Fuck School, Golf, and Driving.  I&apos;d Rather Be Stupid, Unskilled, and Have No License.'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-7373699835403034561</id><published>2009-08-30T21:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:09:03.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Today's Weather</title><content type='html'>Called for toe socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was basically pretty low key and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ, Dad, and I watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNJYpI_LNFA"&gt;Race To Witch Mountain&lt;/a&gt; and then I pretty much went upstairs to finish my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I did venture out to Wal Mart to go get the rest of the school supplies I needed, but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to think up details for a script I wanna write.  Can't seem to come up with anything solid yet though. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf match tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing Honey Buns!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-7373699835403034561?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/7373699835403034561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=7373699835403034561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7373699835403034561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/7373699835403034561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-weather.html' title='Today&apos;s Weather'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-6059069431708216089</id><published>2009-08-30T01:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:35:39.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>Sumtiems Ie Maek Mitakes</title><content type='html'>Like not looking at the title of the post and making sure all the letters are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASHION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost caught my house on fire around 1 in the morning last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw my jacket behind me too hard and instead of landing on the bed it landed on the lamp on my desk.  The lamp already heats whatever metal on it up, so naturally when it was covered with my jacket it started to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was freaking out more about it being ruined than the house catching on fire though. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nixahardware.com/images/scag_mower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.nixahardware.com/images/scag_mower.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this afternoon today my Dad taught me how to use his Scag mower and I got to cut the whole yard with it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out and played Shale Creek golf course and lemme tell ya, this place was pretty high tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had GPS on the golf carts, and they told you how far you were from the whole, how far you dove the ball, the wind speed etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Reddie's pizza and had some awesome garlic/cheese twists and a meat lovers pizza (minus the ham).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island with JJ.  That movie will never get old I'm telling you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted my Mommy's toe nails, worked out, and then Ryan came and dropped off the cones so I can practice maneuverability for my drivers test on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a little pool with my Dad in the basement and now I'm here again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-6059069431708216089?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/6059069431708216089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=6059069431708216089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6059069431708216089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/6059069431708216089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/08/sumtiems-ie-maek-mitakes.html' title='Sumtiems Ie Maek Mitakes'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-8243917278037450604</id><published>2009-08-29T00:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:43:43.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='closet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rayy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Fasion Fail</title><content type='html'>So each night before I go to sleep, I normally lay out what I'm going to wear the next day so I get more time to sleep in and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanted to wear my black skirt with my heels, which looked nice, but there was only one problem, I needed a shirt that fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah I'm sure some people wouldn't mind if I went topless to school, but it's pretty damn cold in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ten minutes went by, then 15, then 20 and finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45 minutes&lt;/span&gt; later I still didn't find a shirt and I ended up not wearing the skirt and heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was normal, nothing too fun happened that I can remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per usual Spanish, English, and Govt. were fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I talked with Mr. OB for a bit before heading off to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach brought his little son Aidan again!!  He was adorable as always and the whole team was drooling all over him. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach's wife was there too with his other little girls and she also brought cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home around 5 and decided that I wanted to rest my eyes for 5 minutes.  Instead, those 5 minutes turned into about 2 hours and I was so out of it when Jackie called me and woke me up I thought is was Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, Jackie, Rayy, and myself all decided to go to Apple Bees and hang tonight.  In the end we had to go to Pizza Hut because, since they're a bar, they stop serving minor after 9.  Which I guess is alright because Winking Lizard stops serving people who are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; and younger after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danzeah apparently started working there today and was just getting off shift so he sat and talked with us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was fun, fun, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, so far, my exciting day consists of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cutting the grass&lt;br /&gt;-Golfing and pizza with my Dad (yes, more pizza =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Michel Jackson's burday today (thanks for telling me Google!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-8243917278037450604?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/8243917278037450604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=8243917278037450604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8243917278037450604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8243917278037450604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/08/fasion-fail.html' title='Fasion Fail'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-3098116908912640037</id><published>2009-08-27T21:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:31:12.441-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short blog post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>Short Bloggy Post</title><content type='html'>School was normal, soon becoming that same old song and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait until Friday comes around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to carry my golf bag onto the bus again, not looking forward to the though... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and finished my Spanish homework before playing Mario Kart on the Wii.  We kicked Wifi ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is work out (yes, at 9:30 at night) and pack up for school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-3098116908912640037?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/3098116908912640037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=3098116908912640037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3098116908912640037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3098116908912640037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-bloggy-post.html' title='Short Bloggy Post'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-8142078129541531793</id><published>2009-08-26T22:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:07:27.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarassed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>And I already have homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yes, I did expect that, but it still makes me go "Fuuuuuuck." every time- or for those with a cleaner mouth, heave a heavy sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting ahead of myself, lets go back to the morning where I should have started out my post saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bus driver got her license from a fucking cereal box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean she literally drives like Rice Krispies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know Snap, Crackle, Pop?  Well it's stop, hit the gas, stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiropractor's would love this woman with all the paying customers she'd get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the type of bus she drives was definitely not built for a person that needs to bring her golf clubs on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the day I need to go to the office she drops us off at the very front end of the school instead of right in front of the doors! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 1st period came around (or more, hit me in the face as soon as I dropped off my golf bag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far though, the teachers I'm really liking so far are (in order by class) Edler, Beery, King, and Naujoks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think I already fucked up those good ole brownie points for Mr. King due to the fact that because I've been running on the 4 hours of sleep, and because I've acquired over the last 3 days, I tend to forget my shit everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including that Government book which I had for all of, lets say 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to ask him for another one which was completely fucking embarrassing because I knew he knew that I had been in his class all of 1 period prior to me losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm thinking it's in Mr. J's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I almost left my folder and little notebook there too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did better than I thought in golf today.  Even got a birdie (but I did forget my sand wedge on the 15th green).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 12:03.  I think tonight I'm gonna tell my brother to shove his foot up his ass, take an extra pain pill, and bare it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's actually not really sick tonight, so he better not wake her up either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world!  See you in 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-8142078129541531793?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/8142078129541531793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=8142078129541531793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8142078129541531793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8142078129541531793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-1613195246982489223</id><published>2009-08-25T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:28:18.112-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer vacation is over =('/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><title type='text'>How Does It Feel Being An Upper Classman?</title><content type='html'>I'll tell you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior class of 2011 here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the beginning of homework, tests, Mrs. Pitts (A.K.A Bitchy Study Hall monitor), stress, laughs, friends, and not sleeping for days in the row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-1613195246982489223?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/1613195246982489223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=1613195246982489223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1613195246982489223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/1613195246982489223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-does-it-feel-being-upper-classman.html' title='How Does It Feel Being An Upper Classman?'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-8950352227565872726</id><published>2009-08-24T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:20:28.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer vacation is over =('/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valley Voyages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Holy Milk and Cows</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged in what has felt like years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even kept myself updated on other blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golfing almost everyday.  Our team is doing well though, better than what many expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is coming up...as in like, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling to finish all my homework that they've given us on our summer "vacation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I took a break and went over to Jackie's house to hang with her, Ryan and Andeth.  We climbed on her roof (at least Ryan and I did) and then went to Wendy's to get some yummies! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I realized that I left my Spanish homework in Ryan's car and today I went and got it as his house on my way to the Valley Voyages meeting with Rayy.  Since we were early I brought the homework inside to work on a tad.  After the meeting we dropped Rayy off and Mommy and I went to Marcs to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is when the story of the day happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Mom carries in a bunch of magazines she brought out of the car as I go in the back to get my purse and clipboard (which my Spanish homework is on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No clipboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started crying and beating myself up over leaving it at school (because hey, where the hell else would it be?).  Mom comes back into the gagrage and starts to freak out and I proceeded to tell her that I was a dumb ass because I keep leaving my clipboard all over god's green acher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try and cheer me up she says we can go back and get it so I drive all the way back to the school with her and go inside and ask Mr. J if he saw a clipboard.  And you know what he tells me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You left with a clipboard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go back to the car and tell my Mom that he says I left with my clipboard and she goes "Wait, clipboard?  I thought you said your Spanish notes!  I brought your clipboard inside for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Spanish notes on my CLIPBOARD was sitting on the kitchen counter the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the lesson in this is: comminucation, comminication, comminucatoin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't forget them again so I felt better. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost finished with my summer reading stuff and then if I'm up to it I'll finish my Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf practice tomorrow amoungst many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...to set my alarm clock for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird just typing that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you want I'm rewriting the rules of the contest.  As in, there are no rules.  Just make one sentence with all the words (including your own) in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great thanks for &lt;a href="http://mybubblesofnothing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and all her effort. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-8950352227565872726?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/8950352227565872726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=8950352227565872726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8950352227565872726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8950352227565872726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-milk-and-cows.html' title='Holy Milk and Cows'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-8545101507340739134</id><published>2009-08-10T22:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:07:44.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Now</title><content type='html'>Now, I want each and every one of you to take all the words (including your own) that people posted in the comments section and combine them into one sentence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You may change their tenses&lt;br /&gt;-You may use conjunctions&lt;br /&gt;-You may use 3 other words that aren't there and aren't conjunctions&lt;br /&gt;-You must use every single word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all of your sentences are posted I will then pick the most creative and humorous one and feature you on my blog! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will post my sentence that I just created. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-8545101507340739134?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/8545101507340739134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=8545101507340739134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8545101507340739134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/8545101507340739134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/08/now.html' title='Now'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209277217693698060.post-3849018982712817467</id><published>2009-08-09T23:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:08:04.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>I Need Your Help</title><content type='html'>I need each and every one of my followers to think of three random words off the top of their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be what someone else has already put in the comments before you and humor is very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will all make sense very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;This is what develops after a little boredom =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209277217693698060-3849018982712817467?l=alphie93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/feeds/3849018982712817467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8209277217693698060&amp;postID=3849018982712817467&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3849018982712817467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209277217693698060/posts/default/3849018982712817467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphie93.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-your-help.html' title='I Need Your Help'/><author><name>Alphie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367865333115434875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mclOu050pGA/Tsc5eii66UI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3KfepnoUU1g/s220/1007101523.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
