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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMERXk5cCp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132355278619449523</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:00:04.728-08:00</updated><category term="abortion art" /><category term="sad" /><category term="teeth" /><category term="public" /><category term="movies" /><category term="books" /><category term="death" /><category term="ads" /><category term="zombies" /><category term="new" /><category term="selfish" /><category term="Transformers" /><category term="America" /><category term="2012" /><category term="lazy" /><category term="sex" /><category term="stalker" /><category term="seizures" /><category term="Megan Fox" /><category term="twilight" /><category term="annoy" /><category term="fatties" /><category term="arrogant" /><category term="kids" /><category term="paper" /><category term="gay" /><category term="guide" /><category term="bible" /><category term="bad" /><category term="talk" /><category term="hate" /><category term="awkward" /><category term="blog" /><category term="old school" /><category term="time" /><category term="obama" /><category term="food" /><category term="Japan" /><category term="vomit" /><category term="religion" /><category term="bland" /><category term="racist" /><category term="teens" /><category term="Tv" /><category term="annoying" /><category term="fat" /><category term="texting" /><category term="nasty" /><category term="feet" /><title>Extreme Bloggin'</title><subtitle type="html">Daily blogs about what is "grinding my nerves".</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://irisinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://irisinsane.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549739072342727305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cK0MKEcUHJ0/SvjDkhELjqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0m3GD2H3-yk/S220/The+way+I+pictured+Serina+in+my+mind.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ExtremeBloggin" /><feedburner:info uri="extremebloggin" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMBSHc8fyp7ImA9WxNbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132355278619449523.post-6769239468608224065</id><published>2009-11-22T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:34:19.977-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-22T16:34:19.977-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fatties" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="texting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="annoying" /><title>People who talk....at the movies.</title><content type="html">The only thing that I hate about going to the movies(&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;other than the chance someone will be in my seat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), is the people that talk....During the previews, during the movie..I hate it. Usually you can't hear what they are saying, but they are talking loud enough for you to hear their annoying little voices.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Also things that make me want to punch movie goers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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~People on their bright ass cellphones during the movie(&lt;i&gt;texting&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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~People who laugh too loud about something that wasn't that funny and even if it was, you're laughter is making the dialog impossible to hear.&lt;br /&gt;
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~People who slurp the bottom of their drinks&lt;br /&gt;
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~Coughing&lt;br /&gt;
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~People who "cat call" the actor/actress on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;
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~People who bring their little kids with them to a movie that shouldn't have 8 year old viewers.&lt;br /&gt;
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~The fat loud guy behind you(hence why I sit in the same spot in the top/back row every single time I go to the movies&lt;br /&gt;
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~Crinkling popcorn and/or candy bags&lt;br /&gt;
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~gum snapping&lt;br /&gt;
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......Next time there is a movie that I REALLY want to see, and really get excited for......I'm buying out one of the shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132355278619449523-6769239468608224065?l=irisinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YWX2g-WDuDmxS9W9x1k434-CB2Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YWX2g-WDuDmxS9W9x1k434-CB2Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ExtremeBloggin/~4/pYDtU_n45L0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132355278619449523/posts/default/6769239468608224065?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132355278619449523/posts/default/6769239468608224065?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ExtremeBloggin/~3/pYDtU_n45L0/people-who-talkat-movies.html" title="People who talk....at the movies." /><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549739072342727305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cK0MKEcUHJ0/SvjDkhELjqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0m3GD2H3-yk/S220/The+way+I+pictured+Serina+in+my+mind.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://irisinsane.blogspot.com/2009/11/people-who-talkat-movies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcERH45cSp7ImA9WxNbE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132355278619449523.post-2753827096860639887</id><published>2009-11-16T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:13:25.029-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-16T08:13:25.029-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teeth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Megan Fox" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Transformers" /><title>Megan Fox</title><content type="html">First of all I want to say that she was prettier before she started getting &lt;b&gt;botox.&lt;/b&gt; Second of all, she doesn't look like Angelina Jolie. The only things they have in common are, dark hair, and tattoos. Angelina is way more attractive then Megan Fox, and the fact that What's his face wanted her in Transformers....yuck. She isn't that great of an actress at all. I love Transformers, but come on...anyone would have been better than her, another &lt;i&gt;GUY&lt;/i&gt; would have been better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why is she always licking her lips? A lot of pictures taken of her are of her licking her lips in the most unattractive way possible. Or she will be squinting her eyes like that could make he look sexy...&lt;b&gt;PFFFFFT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She is so scrawny, she has a light bulb head, and her &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;TEETH! &lt;/span&gt;Oh my god. I bring up her teeth anytime I see her.&amp;nbsp; What the heck is going on with them?! Like, she had Donny and Marie teeth, times &lt;i&gt;ten.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I went to see the Transformers 2, she ruined my movie watching experience, it wasn't her bad acting, or stupid little kid crying, it was the fact that the first shot of her was of her ass..&lt;b&gt;.straddling and motorcycle&lt;/b&gt;. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;
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But luckily, I think her career is going to go downhill. Especially since she bashed the people who hired her for Transformers(&lt;strike&gt;The movie's that made her known&lt;/strike&gt;). She admits to being absurdly violent when she gets angry.&amp;nbsp; The downward spiral has already begun....Jennifer's body....&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132355278619449523-2753827096860639887?l=irisinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HCPTA4ZvY6_C0_hegJMRn_jqBms/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HCPTA4ZvY6_C0_hegJMRn_jqBms/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ExtremeBloggin/~4/NsnnwiKvf24" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132355278619449523/posts/default/2753827096860639887?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132355278619449523/posts/default/2753827096860639887?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ExtremeBloggin/~3/NsnnwiKvf24/megan-fox.html" title="Megan Fox" /><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549739072342727305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cK0MKEcUHJ0/SvjDkhELjqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0m3GD2H3-yk/S220/The+way+I+pictured+Serina+in+my+mind.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://irisinsane.blogspot.com/2009/11/megan-fox.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYNRX0-cSp7ImA9WxNbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132355278619449523.post-2650415168959412257</id><published>2009-11-15T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:23:14.359-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-15T08:23:14.359-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seizures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awkward" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="public" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="talk" /><title>Awkward Public Meetings</title><content type="html">When I am out and about minding my own business, shopping or out with a friend, I hate when I bump into someone(or people) that I don't want to see at that moment. Whether it be a old friend, someone I "&lt;i&gt;kind of&lt;/i&gt;" knew in school, or a friend of the family, I really hate these awkward meetings.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You know what I'm talking about..... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; When you are pushing your cart around in a store and you bump into someone you use to be friends with and you want to be polite(&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;but not really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). You both stop your carts in the middle of the goddamn isle. You exchange a slightly friendly smile and then ask how the other has been doing. Even though you don't really care, you nod and listen, trying to make sure that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ANNOYED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; isn't plastered on your face. After the "Smile and Hi" stage is over with there is the worst part(the part that makes these meetings horrible). You both stand there, waiting for the other to say something, each drawing tight smiles on your faces. You want to leave, but you are trying to find an excuse other than "Well, I gotta get going. I have a lot of stuff to do".&amp;nbsp; Luckily, it is usually the other person that say that exact thing, first.&amp;nbsp; You say your bogus goodbyes and again share a "&lt;i&gt;Letmegetthehelloutofhere&lt;/i&gt;" smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Once you are on your way again and you know you are out of hearing distance from the other person, you relax and whisper(maybe to yourself, but I tell my husband):"I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; that" or "I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when that happens". Which is exactly what the other person is saying too.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just wish that you could avoid those situations more often. I usually can if I give "&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;stink eye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" fast enough to the person that is approaching me. Sometimes that doesn't work, or they think I am just kidding.&amp;nbsp; I don't like being verbally rude in public, so when these awkward meetings occur, I just have to roll with it and hope that the other person has a &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seizure&lt;/span&gt; so I don't have to continue the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
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(&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was that too much?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132355278619449523-2650415168959412257?l=irisinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MGyIEjnbiih2tzHfFTr7wfT9Lv8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MGyIEjnbiih2tzHfFTr7wfT9Lv8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ExtremeBloggin/~4/1eRbz71sXAY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132355278619449523/posts/default/2650415168959412257?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132355278619449523/posts/default/2650415168959412257?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ExtremeBloggin/~3/1eRbz71sXAY/awkward-public-meetings.html" title="Awkward Public Meetings" /><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549739072342727305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cK0MKEcUHJ0/SvjDkhELjqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0m3GD2H3-yk/S220/The+way+I+pictured+Serina+in+my+mind.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://irisinsane.blogspot.com/2009/11/awkward-public-meetings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcBRXc-eyp7ImA9WxNbEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132355278619449523.post-1774194438239694439</id><published>2009-11-13T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:07:34.953-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-13T19:07:34.953-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nasty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vomit" /><title>Feet!</title><content type="html">I hate feet. I h&lt;i&gt;aaaaaaaaa&lt;/i&gt;te feet. When I see a bare foot, it reminds me of monkey hands. A foot is just a &lt;i&gt;HUGE&lt;/i&gt; palm and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tiny little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; fingers. That is just plan repulsive. Being in a pool with people, makes me ill. All I think about is everyone in the pool is bare foot and how can I avoid having their feet near mind. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;*vomit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Like when people like having their toes sucked and stuff...why?! That is so nasty. Foot massages make me sick. Hands on feet in general, is nasty to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is where I guess I get "weird".......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The thought of two bare foot people pressing&amp;nbsp; the bottoms of their feet together(ones person's on the other person's), makes me SO ill and I think it should be punishable by death, I really do. Here's the thing though, I don't think I have ever seen that actually happen. My brain just GOES there. Some days it pops into my head a lot and I just cringe and make a pre-vomit face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;Just writing this is making me s&lt;i&gt;ick&lt;/i&gt;.......I hav&lt;i&gt;e&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;en&lt;/i&gt;d i&lt;i&gt;t h&lt;/i&gt;ere.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132355278619449523-1774194438239694439?l=irisinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wISn3wWHqbXZCJ4Kw5cCYb3H_0U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wISn3wWHqbXZCJ4Kw5cCYb3H_0U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ExtremeBloggin/~4/libl04LVcAU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132355278619449523/posts/default/1774194438239694439?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132355278619449523/posts/default/1774194438239694439?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ExtremeBloggin/~3/libl04LVcAU/feet.html" title="Feet!" /><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549739072342727305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cK0MKEcUHJ0/SvjDkhELjqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0m3GD2H3-yk/S220/The+way+I+pictured+Serina+in+my+mind.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://irisinsane.blogspot.com/2009/11/feet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcGQ34zeyp7ImA9WxNbEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132355278619449523.post-3905834591296351978</id><published>2009-11-13T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:00:22.083-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-13T08:00:22.083-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bland" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="America" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tv" /><title>The Taboo of Sex in America</title><content type="html">In America, sex comes off as being something that "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THOU SHALL NOT SPEAK OF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"...ever(even though it's all over the place in "teen" shows). A lot of people get uncomfortable when sex comes up in a conversation, certain movie scenes make them look away.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; People made a HUGE deal about the Janet Jackson incident, why? She had nipples. Last time I check, everyone has them. While we were over here screaming and hollering about a nipple being exposed and tightening the reins of TV networks, Daniel Radcliffe was over in Europe, having a naked&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt; love affair&lt;/i&gt; with a horse, on stage(don't act like you never googled those pictures). China is or has opening a sexual theme amusement park. Japan has fertility parades with things in it that would make Howard Stern blush. Young Japanese girls sit on top of a wooden(sometimes stone) penis, to "&lt;i&gt;better fertility&lt;/i&gt;".&amp;nbsp; Heck, Japans entire culture is based off of sex. I can't even imagine if we had half of the things that the Japanese had on their streets.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~porn vending machines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~used panty vending machines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
....&lt;br /&gt;
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But American's&amp;nbsp; try to avoid everything that has to do with sex. Sex ed isn't even about sex. It's pretty much the horrors of what could happen if you have sex.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even a nude painting could be too much for American eyes(&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;
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People are&amp;nbsp; thinking about it all the time. For some people it is ALL they think about, but they are forbidden to talk about it because it is such a weird taboo.&amp;nbsp; People have it, People think about it, Some people watch it, but for some reason it is soooooo wrong to talk about it.&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt; I DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT AT ALL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We teach younger kids not to talk about it, that it is a forbidden thing, which makes them even more curious! I think if people started talking about sex more openly, then their would be fewer 11 year olds (They start &lt;i&gt;younge&lt;/i&gt;r than that nowdays) that jump right into it. I think even older people would be smarter about sex, if it were a topic that was "allowed" to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I honestly don't see that happening(not in my lifetime anyway). Sex is going to be a &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Taboo&lt;/span&gt; in America for a long time.&amp;nbsp; And while we are over here living our slightly limited life, People on the other side of the world are riding roller-coasters shaped like penis's.......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;......I'm pretty sure that's a little unfair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132355278619449523-3905834591296351978?l=irisinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; They stalk you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They actually meet up at there Jehovah &lt;b&gt;bat caves&lt;/b&gt; and pick a day where they will &lt;i&gt;ALL&lt;/i&gt; walk around and knock on doors. So, they walk the earth to knock on every door(I've noticed that they like to come out on summer days), and if you dare to open that door, because you didn't peek out of your side window to see who it was first, then you just entered phase one of the Jehovah trap.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Explaining Phase one:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Phase one is when you open your door and before it is even open all the way, you know that you made a mistake. A horrible, horrible, mistake. Then they flash you a smile and say who they are.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phase two:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That is when you haven't let them in yet and they are standing on your front porch, or stoop talking about Jesus. Or they ask you if you believe in god, but sometimes they don't even ask...they just assume. &lt;i style="color: orange;"&gt;Shame on you,Jehovies!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHASE Three(aka Code &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Phase three is when they reach into their purses(or man bag) and pull of that little, cheap-o Jehovah's Witness zine. You know, that like zine that is almost a full size magazine, but not really....it smells like old newspaper. Once they get that little crusty zine out, you need to figure out a way to abort the conversation. Because once it is out and right before they hand it to you they ask "May I come in?" Which in most cases, people make up some lie. "I'm actually heading out" or "I'm so busy right now, the house is a mess" or "I worship satan?" &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Even though they know you are lying, they give you the magazine and then harass your neighbor. Even after they leave and you can't see them. I wouldn't recommend leaving the house until 2-3 hours later.....&lt;i&gt;.&lt;strike&gt;they linger&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But some people let them in and then they have to listen to an hour and a half long conversation about giving up holidays and how they think wearing crosses is wrong. But that's not all. When getting ready to leave, they will tell you that they are coming back every Tuesday at 3' or something like that, expect them to keep that promise.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;For most of us though, we might spot them from the corner of our eye and shut off the Tv and run upstairs and then &lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;sit in silence&lt;/b&gt; until they are done banging on your door, twenty minutes later(that is harder if you have kids).&amp;nbsp; I've gone so far as to laying on the floor downstairs, so when the look into the windows(&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which they do sometimes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), they won't see me.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I was saying before. I don't like the process it takes to avoid conversations with Jehovies. I don't like them coming to my house and knocking on the door forever. I don't like them pushing their Anti-holiday ways on me either. They just kind of annoy the hell out of me.&amp;nbsp; Every time they have their &lt;i&gt;"Jehovah Day"&lt;/i&gt;, it reminds slightly, of a zombie infestation. &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Movie Idea? Jezombies?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Did I just post a Jehovah survival guide?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132355278619449523-1767797374667892291?l=irisinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; It's the movie I want to rant about.&amp;nbsp; Regardless to fact that they left out a lot of details and compressed a few characters to become one, I would have gone to see that movie, even if it was just someone reading the book out loud. It's the casting I have a problem with(don't even get me started on the makeup and the visibility of &lt;i&gt;SOMEONES&lt;/i&gt; microphone).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Casting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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What the hell? They only characters they got dead on, were Alice and Charlie(Jacob was OK).&lt;br /&gt;
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Nikki Reed is far to "curvy" to be playing Rosalie, not to mention she does not look good with blond hair at all. That guy they got to play Jasper....really?&amp;nbsp; He has major &lt;b style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Douche face&lt;/b&gt;. Though he is suppose to be the newest in the "coven", He doesn't need to have a weird wide-eyed face on the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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The woman they got to play Esme, was ok. But she got the worst makeup of the bunch. Victoria? I am glad they are replacing her in the third and forth movie(with &lt;b&gt;Ron Howards Daughter&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;
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Laurent and James, could have been bigger(as in buff).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here we go......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(Edward).&amp;nbsp; Though he is an adorable guy, Edwards is suppose to be so sexy it hurts. He has great (&lt;strike&gt;dirty&lt;/strike&gt;) hair and weird teeth.&amp;nbsp; And is it just me or is his face shift to the left???&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;KRISTEN STEWART&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(Bella)........really? You couldn't find ANYONE else?&amp;nbsp; She was bad in &lt;i&gt;Panic Room&lt;/i&gt;, she was bad in &lt;i&gt;Speak&lt;/i&gt;, she was bad in &lt;i&gt;The Cake Eaters&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Into the Wild&lt;/i&gt;...(etc). He is not that great of an actress and he mouth is hanging open the WHOLE time in the movie(Twilight).&lt;br /&gt;
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She stumbles on her words so much as if that were to make her a more convincing actress. She is bland and boring.&amp;nbsp; It's like she read the script once, added some stuttering and &lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/b&gt; She thought she was good to go. She needs an acting coach or something.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, just forget about the casting now and let us chat about something else....the Special Effects.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;The glittering body of Edward...badly made sparkly sweat?&amp;nbsp; The running up the tree, with&lt;b&gt;OUT&lt;/b&gt; even really grabbing the tree.&amp;nbsp; Ninja Skills, maybe?(&lt;strike&gt;doubtful&lt;/strike&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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All in all that movie was lacking a lot. But trust me that would never stop a Twilight fan from watching it more than once(&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...guilty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&amp;nbsp; The makeup was bad, the acting was OK. The casting...eh. Special effects, 2 out of 10(0). Plus, it was cut like a movie from the 70's. Which, I kind of enjoyed, but not everyone nowadays likes that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Thank god Hardwicke isn't directing any of the other ones. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132355278619449523-8772352584800199656?l=irisinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; It's ridiculous. If you really do your research and I mean pages of research, you will find that&amp;nbsp; 2012 is just the end of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of two Mayan calenders. But if you want to get spiritual about it, they also said it was going to be a "spiritual" &lt;i&gt;shift&lt;/i&gt; in 2012. Which honestly, spiritual shifts happen daily.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; A lot of people want to move underground by then to protect themselves. Uhm Hello? Since the people that decided "DOOMSDAY" is going to happen pretty much the same way the new movie(2012) is showing, how would living underground help you? The earth would be cracking......?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; It reeeeeeeally annoys me when religious people believe in the Doomsday2012. It makes no sense. Since "god"(&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;actually more than one god has said this&lt;/i&gt;) told people that the end of the world will happen when you least expect it. So.....The religious people who think the Rapture is happening in 2012. Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;
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The same thing was happening when the year changed to 1900. Everyone and their mother was so afraid of everything crashing and missiles going off when the year 2000(Y2K) came.&lt;br /&gt;
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The world was suppose to end &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;30+ times&lt;/span&gt; before it was even the year 1800. It is so tiring to here the same thing over and over again, but stamped with a new date and time. It is seriously all the same.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;EARTHQUAKES&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;LANDSLIDES&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;MASSIVE STORMS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i style="color: #741b47;"&gt;THE RAPTURE&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;It's like a group of people(way back before the &lt;i style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;1st&lt;/i&gt; century) were so paranoid, that they spread their paranoia to other weak minds willing to believe in anything and only expecting the worst. That has gone on with time, and that &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; group of people has turned into a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; group. Scaring mold able minds left and right. I often ask "Wonder how many people are going to kill themselves in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Dece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;mber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of 2012?" Because "end of the world" rumors have claimed lives before.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's like if enough people say something &lt;i&gt;scary&lt;/i&gt; is going to happen, and repeat it enough, that it automatically means it's true and that it's been &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;written in stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; forever and I should have known that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Then when the world doesn't end and those believers are living under ground and stuff, then what? It'll be like the movie&lt;i&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Demolition Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;How incredibly lame.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132355278619449523-5532017327848931677?l=irisinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Kids now, are going to grow up doing everything on a computer. &lt;b&gt;RELYING&lt;/b&gt; on new technology for art purposes. Sketch books seem to be a thing of the past, which is truly sad. I think the best art is done on paper. Even some adults have put paper aside to embrace CG and such. Paper and crayons that use to be the &lt;i&gt;IT&lt;/i&gt; item for children, are now the rejects in the craft/art store. Video games, CG movies, CG cartoons, my son isn't in to movie that even &lt;i&gt;LOOK&lt;/i&gt; hand drawn. Everyone needs &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;3 dimensions&lt;/span&gt; all of the sudden.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; With fewer people embracing PAPER, I can see the difference.&amp;nbsp; Smaller sections for it in store, old paper you never used that is in a pile somewhere, in a cupboard you never use.&amp;nbsp; It will be a sad day when we live in a paperless world. But as long as there is paper and as long as there are pencils and crayons,&lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt; I will have them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132355278619449523-1997242007972130887?l=irisinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oKI9Gaw24LCFA3fqkvBdtPYZ77w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oKI9Gaw24LCFA3fqkvBdtPYZ77w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ExtremeBloggin/~4/zLt6Xh3aN70" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132355278619449523/posts/default/1997242007972130887?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132355278619449523/posts/default/1997242007972130887?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ExtremeBloggin/~3/zLt6Xh3aN70/they-use-to-draw-by-hand.html" title="They use to draw by hand?!" /><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549739072342727305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cK0MKEcUHJ0/SvjDkhELjqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0m3GD2H3-yk/S220/The+way+I+pictured+Serina+in+my+mind.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://irisinsane.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-use-to-draw-by-hand.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQDR3g6fCp7ImA9WxNUGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132355278619449523.post-2083849766516275015</id><published>2009-11-11T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:46:16.614-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-11T12:46:16.614-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Packaged and Fat.</title><content type="html">I cannot stand the things I see in grocery stores nowadays. Food items that is made just for lazy people(or packaged for lazy people, &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;you pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;).&amp;nbsp; You can buy hot dogs IN the buns already, and microwave them together real quick. Pasta with sauce is packaged together. Chicken/Tuna salad with crackers are packaged together(for the lazy people who think they are eating healthy). The "lazy persons meal" has moved from the freezer section and spread like a disease across your grocery store. Is it &lt;b&gt;REALLY &lt;/b&gt;a huge deal to buy hot dogs, buns, pasta, sauce, and such separately? &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Not only that, but it is usually the most fattening food that have been combined together "for your convenience". Isn't the United States the one with the weight issue?????&amp;nbsp; But instead of slowly taking these off the market, &lt;b&gt;MORE&lt;/b&gt; fattie-fat meals keep popping up.&amp;nbsp; The majority of America is totally Anti-Healthy food, Anti-exercise and Pro-theeasiestmostfatteningthingtheycanfind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why not make your own food, instead of relying on the food company to put your breakfast, lunch and dinner together &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FOR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not saying make your own pasta or anything(even though it's easy), I'm just saying &lt;i&gt;wobble &lt;/i&gt;yourself to an area of the grocery store that doesn't have your entire meal waiting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132355278619449523-2083849766516275015?l=irisinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Women....excuse me, I mean, girls that use abortions as birth control need their vagina's stitched shut.&lt;br /&gt;
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Girls that go around having crazy unprotected sex, without even thinking "Hey, I could get pregnant this way" make me ill. Sex then abortion, Sex then abortion. It is disgusting and foul. Use the pill, get the shot, condoms, or some other kind of birth control(NO, pulling out does NOT count).&amp;nbsp; If you are not ready to have a baby, then close your legs, or use the birth control as mentioned above. Don't just assume you can't get pregnant, or you can't get pregnant.(know your facts before you start claiming that)&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is what set this off:&lt;br /&gt;
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There was a young girl in college(an art major I believe). Who AS AN ART PROJECT, became pregnant on purpose, just to have abortions. Claiming it was the "beauty of womens rights" or something. There are other things that you can do that can show the "beauty" of womens rights!&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean that is just ridongculous, disgusting, roundhouse kick worthy. People like that need to learn to use less extreme ways to prove a point. I mean she could have made a bloody painting or something. But to purposely become pregnant, just to abort it? That makes me want to punch an art student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132355278619449523-4368557715850833176?l=irisinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have seen few changes. Not even half of his "promises" have been fulfilled. He gives great speeches, yes. But his progress to DO what he has been talking about is snail-ish.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HERE IS MY BIG GIANT PROBLEM:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They make more TV and magazine appearances than "Spedi".&amp;nbsp; They have become fashion icons, the daughters have had dolls made after them. Michelle has two page articles in magazines just about her hairstyles. They both have multiple books out and their &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DOG&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; had a spread in a magazine. I mean.....really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
President Obama won the Noble Peace Prize. Which is cool, but honestly....Why did he win it? Just because he is black?&amp;nbsp; I don't get it.&amp;nbsp; It makes no sense to me at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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We have our first black president. President Obama(+4), but instead of taking Hawaiian vacations and taking nearly a year to pick out a puppy....How about you start keeping your promise.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;DOES THAT WORK FOR YOU?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132355278619449523-1332899274846681299?l=irisinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Most of us(not all of us), take life and what we have for granted. We complain about shit, but don't do anything to even TRY to fix it. We just wait for someone to resolve our own problems. We take life for granted, we take our kids for granted. Not even realizing that something could happen tomorrow and you could NEVER hold your child again. Or kiss the ones you love. Child abuse rates are going up and Suicide rates are sky rocketing (mostly girls too). Crime in general is getting worse. Plus, it doesn't help that we are pissing off other countries! We'll be at war with everyone in know time, right? Jesus....&amp;nbsp; People in general are being killed off left and right and it really bothers me. But the U.S. has to be doing the most killing. Because we're not just killing families in other countries, we're also killing people that live HERE! Abuse, kidnapping, rape, murder. It happens every single day...and sure we're sad for a second, but we brush it off, right?&amp;nbsp; At least it wasn't us. That's so horrible!&amp;nbsp; No one takes the time to think about what those families are going though and what they'll keep going through their entire life. At least it wasn't us..... We brush off the HUGE things, but let little things bother us. The stain on your favorite shirt. Or you can't fit into a size 2!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; I'm not going to lie either, I've had my very selfish moment and I've said some horrible things. We all have. I try to catch myself before I complain about something not worth complaining about. Don't complain about your clothes, because some people don't have any. Don't complain that you're STILL hungry, because their are people who haven't eaten in over a week. Don't argue about what color to paint your home, because some people don't have a home to go to. Perhaps this little blog will do some good, but I doubt it. This is my little voice shouting out, trying to start a positive chain reaction. But you'll read it, think about it, and just brush it off...(someone might even post a comment complaining about how I'm wrong...don't waste my time).&lt;br /&gt;
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