<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7598298353117754307</id><updated>2019-12-15T01:43:11.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex&#39;s Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>The thoughts and life of me, Alex. It&#39;s not much but it&#39;s all I got.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-1133948578125685058</id><published>2009-06-17T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:43:00.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;So I totally aced my exams. Well maybe not aced them, but definitely got A&#39;s on them both. Tomorrow is Accounting Exam and that one is open book, so it really doesn&#39;t count. Fuck! I&#39;m so stoked about this! HIGH SCHOOL IS OVER FOREVER! Love my life much? Yes I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;But I am totally going to PG with Brooklyn first weekend in July and that also has me loving life. Going to go party and get drunk. =D Yup! And I totally messaged my old best friends in PG and they are also going to try and make it out there. I&#39;m so excited to see them again. Apparently they are staying in PG, which is where I&#39;m going to college. So I&#39;ll know at least two people my age in the entire town. Yay! That is more than I thought I would know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;I&#39;m so excited to get out of this town. The people here are your best friends one day and then hate you the next. They need to grow up and learn how to be loyal to everyone in their life, not just themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;SO HIGH ON LIFE RIGHT NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/1133948578125685058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=1133948578125685058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/1133948578125685058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/1133948578125685058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2009/06/exam-week.html' title='Exam Week?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-4821395487350392126</id><published>2009-05-27T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:31:48.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May 27, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);&quot;&gt;Wow, my life is insane right now. I&#39;m trying to plan for college next year and still finish high school this year. Oh well, I guess everyone is trying to do that. I just learned today that my parents are going to pay for my gas while I&#39;m school. Which is fantastic! Now that I have a mobile home (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) I&#39;m not really worried about much. I&#39;m working this summer full time and hopefully am going to get a second part time job. If I can find some where to work. I mean who is going to want to train someone that is only going to be there for 2 months? Although lots of people don&#39;t last that long anyways, it is still a pain in the ass to have a worker, and then not have one. Oh well, I&#39;m going to try to pay for school myself, so I&#39;m going to need the money, so it couldn&#39;t hurt to at least try. And I have to try to get a job in Prince George, so I have a little bit of spending money... I do kind of want to have a life. Too bad that I&#39;m not going to be 19 for like another 2 years, actually it is a good thing because that would be where all my money went. To buy me alcohol! &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! Totally worth it, but totally expensive. Although last weekend was a blast. Almost kissed &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;... that would have been awkward the next day, so I&#39;m glad I didn&#39;t. And &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt; totally stole my good sleeping bag... that kinda pissed me off.  And I didn&#39;t squish &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; when I sat on him... kinda surprising, but in a good way. and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Kyler&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; ass was super &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;bony&lt;/span&gt;, he needs to eat more. And I&#39;m sorry for slapping both of them, I kinda did it really hard to. And for no good reason. Or at least none that I can remember... Oh well they didn&#39;t seem to hurt by it. I mean they still talked to me the rest of the night and got really close. Kay that sounds kind of wrong since they are basically my brothers... but I probably would have done some stuff I wouldn&#39;t have done sober with them that night. Especially since &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; said that he would get aroused if I kissed him. Another good reason why I didn&#39;t do it. Although, it is rather amazing how blunt Matt can be. I enjoy it though. It is rather entertaining. And I think I pretty much just had to get out all this stuff about &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; and since I know no one reads this I&#39;m pretty good. But it really pissed me off that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; never asked me to dance. and he was my date. like hello. not one offer. Although, we really are better off as friends he couldn&#39;t even try. Ouch, that kinda hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4821395487350392126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=4821395487350392126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/4821395487350392126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/4821395487350392126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-27-2009.html' title='May 27, 2009'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-2124819655624792134</id><published>2009-05-27T15:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:04:01.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Bloody Years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;&quot; &gt;It has been like two years since my last post. And so much has happened. I mean I&#39;ve gone to Europe again, signed up to travel to El Salvador to help build a school and prom was last weekend. That is bloody insane! My life is completely different now and the way I see things is completely different... Hopefully more will be added later, but right now I&#39;m in Accounting Class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/2124819655624792134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=2124819655624792134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/2124819655624792134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/2124819655624792134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-bloody-years.html' title='Two Bloody Years...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-4089853779959905974</id><published>2007-05-27T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T17:07:21.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;&quot;&gt;Well I&#39;ve been basically busy in the last little bit. I went on a band trip, a policeman thought I was a prostitute and I&#39;ve been working on getting another job. Notice it&#39;s not a new job, but another. I need to make $4000 during the summer so that I can go to Paris and Barcelona. I really want to go but I have to pay for it myself and my current job won&#39;t give me anymore hours during the summer so I need another one. It just isn&#39;t cool. I probably won&#39;t get a car for like 5 years, my parents will be dropping me off at college... I&#39;m going to be the envy of the entire school, let me tell you. But I have so much homework to do. 10 pages of math and 2 paragraphs to translate in French, by tomorrow. I shall be staying up late tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4089853779959905974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=4089853779959905974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/4089853779959905974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/4089853779959905974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/05/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-3166725197889310124</id><published>2007-03-27T18:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:33:22.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe- I&#39;m Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;&quot;&gt;My trip to Europe was absolutley amazing. I would go into details but then it would never stop for 10 days as I would relive every breath I toke for you. Anyways, the main thing is that it has totally made me think of the world in a different way. To see things so old and yet untouched. Just thinking about how many people have been in the same spot as I have looking at the same thing, so many years ago. The feeling is... well I can&#39;t describe it. You&#39;ll have to find out for yourself. The main story I will tell you though is that I almost lost my leg. Seriously. If anyone wants to know how/why LEAVE A FRICKING COMMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yesterday, I have like broken new grounds in the way of my crush. He gave me a hug. =D To bad that 2 of my friends now like him. (They denied that they did to my face, but told everyone else that they did.) And I&#39;m pretty sure that he likes one of them back. Lol, we&#39;ll see how this works out for me. I&#39;m betting not good, but I know I&#39;ll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back from my trip, my parents moved my room down stairs. It is now like 3 times larger. The only thing is, is that the computer isn&#39;t in my room anymore. No more staying on it until 3 AM. Until I get a laptop at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3166725197889310124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=3166725197889310124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/3166725197889310124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/3166725197889310124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/03/europe-im-back.html' title='Europe- I&#39;m Back'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-4380619119643456480</id><published>2007-03-03T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:11:51.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piczo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;The newest craze that is sweeping the Alex nation! So much stuff has happened since the last time I&#39;ve posted... It&#39;s crazy. Mainly I love my new classes, except planning, my teacher hates me. But in all my new classes I talk to the guy I like everyday. What could be better? Well I can think of a few things but hey, can&#39;t be to picky. Anyways I got a piczo site... I just seem to be jumping on the fan wagon everywhere eh? But I pretty much love it now, I used to think that they were so lame *cough*like myspace*cough* but now that mine is offically the best ever... I&#39;ve changed my mind. So if you want to see this amazing piece of work &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pic7.piczo.com/alexandria-is-amazing/?g=1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;click here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven&#39;t been posting because I was trying to beat Andre in the race of who could last without posting the longest, but I guess I lost... Dang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4380619119643456480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=4380619119643456480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/4380619119643456480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/4380619119643456480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/03/piczo.html' title='Piczo'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-8155854102829236519</id><published>2007-02-05T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:15:15.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mondays are the worst day of the week and everyone hates them, but I guess there has to be one day that everyone hates. Everyone has to hate one of everything, or at least like it the least. Anyways this Monday was pretty bad. Started new classes today and planning is the worst class ever! The teacher is absolutely the worst. It&#39;s not like she is mean, or anything like that, she is just BORING. But she like doesn&#39;t know that people think she is boring. She must think people fall asleep in her class as a compliment... Planning is also right in the morning... I see a few &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; onclick=&quot;BLOG_clickHandler(this)&quot;&gt;Z&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; happening in this one. French is a little better. I mean the teacher is nice and although the class has a few people that I find annoying it will be okay because there are a lot that I like. But the teacher says that there is a lot of homework... and projects... &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; onclick=&quot;BLOG_clickHandler(this)&quot;&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, hopefully I can do them all last minute and still get an &#39;A&#39;. Well, I better. Gym... the one class I was dreading, I absolutely love! It has the guy I like in it and we totally talked all class. Of course my friend was there too but it is just a preview of the rest of the semester... I just need to make sure that I&#39;m in his choice every time. Gotta be ready for tomorrow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess what I look like right now. Well, you know those ladies in the spas with the green mask all over their face and cucumbers over their eyes? Well minus the cucumbers and you got me. I&#39;m waiting for the mud to dry and it is tightening all along my nose and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;cheeks&lt;/span&gt;. It is probably the weirdest feeling ever. But the mask makes my face SO smooth... It&#39;s worth the hassle of getting it off... and on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8155854102829236519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=8155854102829236519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/8155854102829236519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/8155854102829236519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/02/mondays.html' title='Mondays...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-5321640036591124194</id><published>2007-02-01T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:32:00.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Trip/New Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and my friend Alesia were supposed to go on a ski trip on Sunday. Key word being supposed to. Alesia is still going. It started out that my dad, Alesia and I were going to go and then Alesia parents decided to join. Whatever, the more the merrier kinda thing. Then today my dad gets a letter to remind him of a party he is going to on Sunday that is 5 hours away. He won&#39;t be back in time to go skiing. So I&#39;ll go with Alesia and her mom and dad. No, I can&#39;t because my mom wants me to go with them for the drive. So sit in a car for 5 hours, read a book at my grandfather&#39;s house while they party, then drive another 5 hours back. Yeah... I don&#39;t want to do that. So my mom says that I can stay home but my brother has to watch me. It&#39;s like I&#39;m 3 all over again. Actually I don&#39;t mind having my brother over we&#39;ll watch a movie or two and then go to bed. Nothing exciting but it beats reading a book. The only thing is, is that I was going to teach my friend how to ski. I&#39;m actually really good act skiing and I haven&#39;t gone yet this season. *sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER! I think I did okay on them as well. Even if I failed both of them I would still pass with a &#39;B&#39;.  And I only a &#39;C+&#39; to keep my grade.  I have to wait 2 months for the results of my Science Exam though, since it&#39;s a government exam. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I start my new classes on Monday. I still do my English and Math Honours though, as well as Band. I also do Planning, French and Gym. Planning is all about like life skills. The most important thing I&#39;ll learn in that class is how to put a condom on properly. Too bad I already know that, eh? I&#39;m going to die in French. We get the new teacher and apparently she knows more, but I like the old teacher that I had. It&#39;s not going to be the same. Gym is going to be awesome since all my friends, minus four, are in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/5321640036591124194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=5321640036591124194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/5321640036591124194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/5321640036591124194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/02/ski-tripnew-classes.html' title='Ski Trip/New Classes'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-8675171945761797727</id><published>2007-01-30T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:58:25.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan Radcliffe... NAKED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I toke a &#39;What kind of celeb are you?&#39; Quiz and I&#39;m a Trailblazing Skank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/3101&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/skank_quiz/trailblazing.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;I truthfully don&#39;t know if it is a good or bad thing only 9% of other people taking the quiz got it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Dan Radcliffe naked... I NEED TO GO TO THAT PLAY! Amazing that before the pictures were taken I thought he was ugly, eh? Shows how shallow I am. Actually I&#39;d gladly be labeled shallow if it got me into that play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Best pic ever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/gallery/default/fullpic/99929&quot;&gt;CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know you want to...*sneaky grin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8675171945761797727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=8675171945761797727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/8675171945761797727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/8675171945761797727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/01/apparently-im-skank.html' title='Dan Radcliffe... NAKED!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-4651741223685058377</id><published>2007-01-27T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:09:47.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&quot;A bell is not a bell until someone rings it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;a song is not a song until someone sings it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Love wasn&#39;t put in the heart to stay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;for love isn&#39;t love til you give it away.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;-&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; onclick=&quot;BLOG_clickHandler(this)&quot;&gt;Chanh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; onclick=&quot;BLOG_clickHandler(this)&quot;&gt;Kha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;I just found that and I decided I liked it. That I should remember it, and this is the first place I thought of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Right now I&#39;m watching a movie and the little boy is amazing smart and he and his father have the same bright red glasses that cover over half their faces. I have to wonder who thinks that those could actually make them look good. I mean I can understand sweater vests or even pocket protectors because they have uses or just look amazing. Things that have meaning can be worn too, like the sweater grandma sent you. At least if it is somewhat wearable. It is amazing about how much people are attracted just by looks. If you look like you could be gross then people will avoid you. If you have bad fashion sense then people will think that over things are &#39;wrong&#39; with you as well. It just kinda goes hand in hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4651741223685058377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=4651741223685058377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/4651741223685058377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/4651741223685058377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/01/bell-is-not-bell-until-someone-rings-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-7029914270764088712</id><published>2007-01-25T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:49:22.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do all the teachers pile on the homework during exams? It&#39;s not like we aren&#39;t stressing enough already. I just remembered that I have some science to do after my English homework. I&#39;m not looking forward to next week. Science Provincial Exam... 40% of my mark. Well even if I get 0% on it I pass but that would suck. My Social Studies isn&#39;t worth so much, only 20%, as it isn&#39;t a provincial. And I have the top mark in both of those classes. Not like this one person who thinks they are so smart, when they aren&#39;t. Well actually I just don&#39;t like &#39;em because they are rude and for no reason. Totally different subject though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I was up until 3:26AM yesterday finishing up everything so I&#39;m hoping to go to bed earlier. Although that won&#39;t happen if I stay here any longer. Another entry hopefully within the next year. =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/7029914270764088712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=7029914270764088712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/7029914270764088712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/7029914270764088712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/01/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-3526463458825202903</id><published>2007-01-16T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:52:22.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Short post since I&#39;m seriously about to fall over and sleep because of the musical, which is going better than expected. But I got a new haircut! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#663366;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#663366;&quot;&gt;JUST A TIP! DON&#39;T CLICK THE PICS. THEY GO HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;Well you can but then you are just a creeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bp0.blogger.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Ra219MQJyHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UVWG5JpqHbU/s1600-h/DSCF1363.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020869222453594226&quot; style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://bp0.blogger.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Ra219MQJyHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UVWG5JpqHbU/s320/DSCF1363.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#663366;&quot;&gt;New:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bp3.blogger.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Ra22S8QJyII/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZlV58W88HA8/s1600-h/DSCF1389.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020869596115748994&quot; style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://bp3.blogger.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Ra22S8QJyII/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZlV58W88HA8/s320/DSCF1389.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#663366;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;It really does look purple if you look at it the right way in the right light... and then I got some blonde highlights... I hate how short it is now though. But I&#39;m loving the colour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3526463458825202903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=3526463458825202903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/3526463458825202903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/3526463458825202903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/01/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Ra219MQJyHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UVWG5JpqHbU/s72-c/DSCF1363.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-4282930739588744335</id><published>2007-01-12T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:19:08.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day/Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;First off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Brendon, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Cheri&#39;s boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, came to our Socials class and just kind hung out since his school let him go.&quot; Direct quote from previous entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;But anyways, on Wednesday I stayed home from school since I couldn&#39;t get out of my drive way... SO MUCH SNOW! It was crazy. I was up at 1 AM Wednesday and I was just watching the snow fall. I swear that it was trying to tell me something with it&#39;s dancing and way of showing people dancing under the street light. Of course the people could also have been mistaken for looking like deer... But a message was in there for me somewhere... I just couldn&#39;t figure out what it was. Anyways I finally gave up at 1:30 AM and was glad to stay home the next day. Apparently the people who were at school had a &#39;blast&#39; because they could do whatever they wanted. Yeah, I kinda did that at home with a cup of hot cocca at my side and a computer in front of me. I&#39;d rather have my day personally. But it made my week watching the snow fall/blow during the middle of the night in the dead of silence with only the occasional car passing by to disturb it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my musical starts Wednesday morning so you know that the first one is gonna suck, SO NO ONE SEE IT! But after that they are all pretty good. We have our first rehearsal with the actors on Monday... Gonna be interesting since people just came to their first rehearsal 4 days ago... Makes me so mad. I mean I put all this effort into coming to every practise and they just kinda show up when they want to and make everyone suffer because they don&#39;t know how to play the music and just mess everyone up... Sure their mark might be affected but I am because my standards are lowered with them around. But since I&#39;m the only flute that can play all the songs I guess I have to go... lol If I didn&#39;t my band teacher would kill me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Andre if you want to know how me and my friend got from carrots to cucumbers to cookie condoms you&#39;d actually have to understand our minds which I don&#39;t think you want to. Oh I forget to say that we also talked about Cheri&#39;s boobs. =P But that part was pretty random... Not like the cookie condoms. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the guy I like does know I like him or at least I he did... I think he thinks I&#39;m over it because I know act normal around him. When he first found out that I liked him I swear that if my friend hadn&#39;t told him to his face that I never would have known that he knew. The only thing different was that he kept looking at me, but I would ignore that. Then one day I decided to not ignore so that&#39;s when we started talking again and he probably stopped thinking I liked him. But I didn&#39;t. I&#39;ve liked him for a year now and nothing. This is sad, usually I have moved on... I must really like him. Scary thought lol. But he apparently has a long distance relationship with a girl he hasn&#39;t seen in 2 years. They met at his cousins party... Yeah, I guess you could call me a stalker. Actually no because mutual friends tell me this stuff so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;At work tonight, I apparently don&#39;t qualify for stat pay even though I worked a stat because I didn&#39;t work enough days in December... Which is just stupid because I&#39;m 2 days away from working enough and they should be nice to me and like give me a bonus at Christmas time. It made me so mad... Seriously I was going to quit right then and there but then I was like where else would give me all this time off that I need. I need next week off for the musical and then 10 days in March for Rome and then I can&#39;t work Wednesdays because of night band. And even though the people are cheap they are really nice(when they aren&#39;t stressed/grumpy) and they care about(in a good way, not creepy). And I love Jade who works with me. The tips I make are also pretty good. I might quit when I&#39;m 16 though and work at Boston Pizza where the tips are so much better and it more business like not just &quot;oh Alex please do this because I&#39;m lazy&#39;. But who knows what things will be like in 11 months.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways I&#39;m tired and still smell like Chinese food so I&#39;m going to crawl into bed and lay there till the smell disappears, usually about 13 hours... haha just kidding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4282930739588744335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=4282930739588744335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/4282930739588744335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/4282930739588744335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-daymusical.html' title='Snow day/Musical'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-3268975388708475156</id><published>2007-01-09T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:31:17.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was basically a snow day today. Everyone who lives out of town left early from school and then people who just didn&#39;t feel like staying left. Some other schools in the area just let everyone go home early. Brendon, Cheri&#39;s boyfriend, came to our Socials class and just kind hung out since his school let him go. It was kinda interesting because I was sitting beside Cheri and I moved so Brendon could sit next to her. Anyways me and Cheri always pass notes and of course Brendon was mentioned in them(even before he joined the lesson). So he was in between us and Cheri was like pass this to Alex, which I replied to and had him pass it back Cheri. He was doing fine until I started laughing at what Cheri wrote and her giggling at my reply. Then he read our note saying some things I&#39;d rather not post to the internet and I don&#39;t think he&#39;ll ever look at me the same way again... lol Anyways... I personally love snow and you have no idea about how much I just wanted to run out and jump into the snow, make a snowman and have a snowball fight. Although today it was more of a blizzard. It was -21 C and with the wind it was more like -40 C so you can imagine how cold it was. Anyways my mom got off work early so I was able to get a ride home. I found out by them calling out my name... Alex MacKay. Which is &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;my name. I have been going to the same school for 3 years and have probably told them that my name is spelt incorrectly about 10 times if not more and it is still incorrectly spelt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have read the &#39;paragraph&#39; above you will see that I kind of jumped topics multiple times. It&#39;s a habit in my case and the only time I don&#39;t start blabbing on about nothing is when I&#39;m writing an essay, or doing something else for marks. I&#39;m even worse in person and you would probably get so annoyed by me. It amazes me about how many people actually talk to me everyday. Of course people when they first meet me think that I am a snob, a bitch, slut, whore... the list goes on. (Names acquired from current friends) But I&#39;m not really like that. It&#39;s just how I present myself sometimes. Apparently I can be intimidating as well... Actually I can see the last one. Wow... so many I&#39;s in this entry. I feel so... self centered. But there is Science and Socials homework calling my name so I better get started.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;Quiz I just toke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Are you a Harry Potter Buff?&lt;br /&gt;Your Quiz Results:Hogwarts Scholar Wow, if you were a character in the book, you would be a model &quot;muggle.&quot; You know *everything* there is to know about the intrinsic wizarding world and you&#39;re so embracing! You just can&#39;t get enough of Harry Potter and his adventures. You get an &quot;E&quot; for Exceeds Expectations&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3268975388708475156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=3268975388708475156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/3268975388708475156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/3268975388708475156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-4291076895056943892</id><published>2007-01-07T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:11:49.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine... =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since Andre is like my only reader he gets a little dedication made for him. And if there are other readers you should comment! So I&#39;ve known Andre for about 1 1/2 years now where he was the creator of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; onclick=&quot;BLOG_clickHandler(this)&quot;&gt;VH&lt;/span&gt; but due to some unfortunate &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;circumstances&lt;/span&gt; it had to close. But Andre and I have still somewhat kept in contact. He is probably the smartest person I know. He writes musicals in his spare time and is amazing on the computer. Anyways I go and see if his blog is updated and there is a little link to my blog there, where it says that I am a very good friend. He probably will never know how much that means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE BREAKING NEWS! I GOT MY MATH ASSIGNMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only took me 3 tries but I finally got it. Stupid &#39;Simplifying Rational Expressions&#39;... Hopefully my other math pages will be as easy. And math is my best subject. Oh well, it&#39;s all good. Because I got it now! =D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&#39;That&#39;s the good part of dying; when you&#39;ve nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.&#39;- Pg. 85 of Fahrenheit 451. That is about the best line of the book. I will never read it again but I will love to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;discuss&lt;/span&gt; it. It is so amazing that this book was written over 50 years ago and yet it is SO accurate. It is amazing, actually thinking back... I might read it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New subject, reality TV shows. I pretty much love all of them but there is one thing that bugs me. There is always one really annoying person that you just wanna kill so that they will shut up! Although the annoying people catch your attention first there are always the ones that are funny and honest. The one that the people love. And in a reality TV show having the people love you is the main thing because once the show is done everyone thinks that they know you from what they have seen. And if they didn&#39;t like you on the show then your life after will pretty much be hell. Another thing about reality TV is you actually have to wonder if is planned out or not. As if they have scripts or something like that. But even if they do I&#39;d probably still watch them. That&#39;s how addicted to TV I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look at this Andre. A title, paragraphs, what else could you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I also forgot! I&#39;m getting my hair done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this, but with longer hair since my mom didn&#39;t like the tips... GRR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bp3.blogger.com/_fK9armBmFPI/RaMyAQBBNYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uAiq_ccDxmc/s1600-h/RESULT~2.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017909389701494146&quot; style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://bp3.blogger.com/_fK9armBmFPI/RaMyAQBBNYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uAiq_ccDxmc/s320/RESULT~2.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/4291076895056943892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=4291076895056943892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/4291076895056943892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/4291076895056943892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/01/fine-p.html' title='Fine... =P'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fK9armBmFPI/RaMyAQBBNYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uAiq_ccDxmc/s72-c/RESULT~2.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-3100578363233024836</id><published>2007-01-05T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T17:45:06.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grr... My mom makes me so mad, it isn&#39;t even funny. I was supposed to help Alesia with her math right so I would go over to her place after band but no, I can&#39;t. Doesn&#39;t matter that I fucking let her down. Doesn&#39;t matter that Alesia might fail math. Doesn&#39;t matter that I now feel like shit for ditching her like that. No, only my mom&#39;s throwing a little hissy fit because I left a message for a ride but when I got to the doors she isn&#39;t there so I get a ride from Cheri and then I go home to find that she has been waiting for half an hour when I only called 15 minutes ago. Nice Mom, don&#39;t know how that works. But I&#39;m just feeling the love. She pisses me off beyond belief I forgive her/move on and she only does it again. It&#39;s not fair. I mean she gets all pissed that she has to drive me places but she won&#39;t let me walk so what am I supposed to do? Not go according to her. Well I got news for you mom, I&#39;m a fucking teeenager. Get used to it. It&#39;s not like I get drunk or high or do any of that stuff. I should and then go back to normal just to fucking show her how lucky she is. I&#39;ve had a job for over half a year and apparently I&#39;m still irresponsible. All I ever get from her is complants/orders. And no thanks for the stuff I do. She sits there telling me I&#39;m fat and that I should go on a diet but guess what. That doesn&#39;t really help. She tells me I have bad attitude. Hmm... who did I get that from? Couldn&#39;t be you. You are just the most perfect human being on the planet. She tells me that my friends think I smell bad just because I got bath stuff from them for my b-day. Well you should just go to hell. I&#39;m tired of listening to you. I have my entire life. And if I had a place to go I&#39;d move out. Personally I don&#39;t know why she is complaining so much. I&#39;m a straight A student. Got a job. Not addicted to any drug. And am polite to people. Sure I&#39;m fat and I speak my mind some times but everyone has flaws. Apparently she just can&#39;t live with mine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother was what my mom always wanted in a kid. Sure he might not have done so great in school but he listened to her. Maybe because you didn&#39;t feed him garbage or maybe he just faked listening. Either way she liked him in  a way she has never like me in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truthfully I don&#39;t know why I am telling you this. I just want to say that even though I get mad at her I still love my mom. Not too sure that she loves me but last I heard she did...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/3100578363233024836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=3100578363233024836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/3100578363233024836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/3100578363233024836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='&gt;=('/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-9092113329733094500</id><published>2007-01-04T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:05:33.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&#39;m so excited about my trip to Rome and Athens. Isn&#39;t that sad? It is like 5 millions years away and I&#39;m jumping off the walls already. When it is even closer to the time that Tiff and I will be flying over the Atlantic Ocean... Let&#39;s just say you better beware. Lol. It&#39;s gonna be like I&#39;m high constantly. Even though the only drug I do is Asian Crack. Wow, I now have a topic to discuss! Drugs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drugs. What a STUPID thing to do. Sure I know people who do them and I like them still but why? Why do drugs? There is no reason. Sure they make things seem better than they really are but for what price? Your sanity? Not worth it. Everyone says that people should know the consequences of your actions but seriously, you only need to be told once and you have your mind made up. I will never do drugs, but I will get drunk. Alcohol is a totally different story. It&#39;s not like I&#39;m going to go out every weekend get totally wasted and then count down the days where I&#39;ll do it again. That is just as bad as smoking or doing crack in my mind. What I&#39;m talking about is like every now and then got to a party have a drink or two, have some good times and go home. But from drugs what do you get? False memories and a loney brain cell which won&#39;t do much for you when you are dying of mouth/lung cancer because of all the joints you smoked every weekend for 10 years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways I could say more on this subject but my bed is calling me... or at least my mom is calling of the comp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/9092113329733094500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=9092113329733094500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/9092113329733094500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/9092113329733094500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/01/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-8388036088147088791</id><published>2007-01-03T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:21:43.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH MY GOSH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Piece of advice, don&#39;t jump of the balcony... It kinda hurts the morning after.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah that was kinda my New Years Eve.  Balconies+non-alcoholic coolers+Alesia+fake champagne+me+Asian crack(karaoke)=freaking amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;So anyway 2 posts in one day you can tell I&#39;m bored. Got off work early and here I am. Jessica started today. Thought she was a slut but she is a nice slut. So it was boring at work and apparently Jade is going to quit. And if she does we are basically screwed... lol Not joking. Because if she quits Sarah will and if Sarah quits Jessica will. And it will be me... alone... every night, dealing with the bitchy people that make my life hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow I thought I had band but I don&#39;t... tomorrow I clean floors... yay... Fun Fun. not. I&#39;ll do my regular half-ass job according to my mother and be done with it. Maybe I should do some of my homework that was assigned to us hey? Nah, why would I do that? I can&#39;t believe that some people think that I&#39;m actually good in school... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;But enough of boring stuff... Actually probably most of the stuff I put on to here. So you better just learn to live with it. =P &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/8388036088147088791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=8388036088147088791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/8388036088147088791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598298353117754307/posts/default/8388036088147088791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/2007/01/0.html' title='=0'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12757729389137915369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fK9armBmFPI/Sh3zX5s0mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xm-t8U9xUks/S220/Picture+22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598298353117754307.post-2106269724094392935</id><published>2007-01-03T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:07:01.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow... my first blog entry. Hopefully it won&#39;t be my last. lol Anyways I guess the reason I&#39;m making one is because Andre asked me if I had a blog and I basically didn&#39;t so this is for you Andre. You better like it. =P So I have no idea what I am going to use this for. I guess just what ever pops into my head. So first things first. My name is Alex, probably figured that out by now I hope, I&#39;m 15, hazel eyes, dark brown hair, 5&#39;5 and I live in Canada. Here is some more random stuff about me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.MakeCountdowns.com/show.php?id=43833&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;CLICK HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed your cousin: Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;2. Ran away: Not yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;3. Pictured your crush naked: Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;4. Skipped school: Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;5. Broken someone&#39;s heart: Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;6. Been in love: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;7. Cried when someone died: Of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;8. Wanted someone you knew you couldn&#39;t have: Oh yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;9. Broken a bone: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;10. Done something embarrassing: Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;11. Lied: Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;12. Cried in school: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH IS BETTER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;13. Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;15. Girls or Guys: Depends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;16. Flowers or Candy: Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;17. Scruff or Clean shaved: Clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;18. Blondes or Brunettes: Either... but brunettes more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;19. Bitchy or Slutty: Slutty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;20. Tall or Short: Tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;21. Pants or Shorts: Pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;22. Night or Day: Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;23. What do you notice first: Nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;24. Last Person You Slow Danced With: Not Brandon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;25. Worst Question To Ask: Is it in yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LAST TIME YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;26. Showered: This morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;27. Stepped outside: Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;28. Had Sex:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Not answering, my laywer told me not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT YOU...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;29. Romantic memory:That time in kindergarten when Robbie let me play with the marbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;30. Your Good Luck Charm:I don&#39;t have one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;31. Person You Hate Most:If you know me at all you know who it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;32. Best Thing That Has Happened:Saturday nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;33. On your desk:Everything, including the kitchen sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;34. Picture on your desktop:A person with their feet hanging out of the dryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVOURITE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;35. Color:Pink/Black/Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;36. Movie:Step Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;37. Artist or band:Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;38. Cars:Which ever one is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;39. Ice Cream:Chocolate/Cookie Dough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;40. Season:Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;41. Food:Mexican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;WHO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;42. Makes You Laugh The Most:Who doesn&#39;t?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;43. Makes You Smile:Everyone who smiles at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;44. Can Make You Feel Better No Matter What:Tiff, Cheri, Alesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;45. Has A Crush On You:No one that I know of... if you do you should tell me so your name can go here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;46. Do You Have A Crush On:Brad =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;47. Who Has It Easier?:?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;48. Gives You A Funny Feeling When You See Them?:Brad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;49. Sit By The Phone Waiting For A Phone Call All Night:Nope, no one ever calls me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;50. Save instant message Conversations:Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;51. Save E-mails:Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;52. Forward Secret E-mails:No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;53. Wish You Were Someone Else:Every moment of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;54. Wish You Were A Member Of The Opposite Sex:Yes, and I&#39;m going to have the sugery done in April in Sweden. I&#39;m excited, I can feel it grow already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;55. Wear Cologne:Nah, perfume for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;56. Kiss:Don&#39;t kiss and tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;57. Cuddle:Don&#39;t cuddle and tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;58. Go Online For Longer Than Eight Hours:I didn&#39;t just do that... Oh wait yes I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;59. Fallen For Your Best Friend?:Only if kindergarten counts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;60. Made Out With JUST A friend?:No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;61. Kissed Two People In The Same Day?:NEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;62. Had Sex With Two Different People In The Same Day?:What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;63. Been Rejected:Who hasn&#39;t?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;64. Been In Love?:Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;65. Been In Lust?: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;66. Used Someone?:Not my style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;67. Been Used?:Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;68. Dumped Someone?:Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;69. Been Cheated On?:Not that I know of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;70. Been Kissed?:Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;71. Done Something You Regret?:Probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;72. You Touched?:Tiff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;73. You Talked To?:Cheri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;74. You Hugged?:Kyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;75. You Instant Messaged?:Ellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;76. You Kissed?:Kyan haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;77. You Yelled At?:My mom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;78. You Thought About?: Matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;79. Who Text Messaged You?:Cell kinda needed for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;80. Who Broke Your Heart?:Think for a moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;81. Who Told You They Loved You (Besides family)?:Umm... I think Cheri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;MORE ABOUT YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;82. Color of your Hair?:Dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;83. Have Tattoos?:Want one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;84. Have Piercings?:Ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;85. Have A boyfriend/girlfriend?:Flying solo at moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;86. Own A Webcam?:Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;87. Own A Thong?:Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;88. Ever Get Off The Damn Computer?:Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;89. Sprechen Sie Deutsch?:Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;90. Habla espanol?:More than Dutch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;91. Quack?: Totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;HAVE YOU / DO YOU / ARE YOU…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;92. Stolen Anything?:A chocolate bar... I&#39;m so weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;93. Smoke?:No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;94. Schizophrenic?:Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;95. Obsessive?:Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;96. Compulsive?:Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;97. Obsessive-compulsive?:Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;98. Panic?:Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;99. Anxiety?:Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;100. Depressed?:Not anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Seven Deadly Sins Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Who did you last get angry with?My mom&lt;br /&gt;What is your weapon of choice?NUMBCHUCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?Not so much that it would hurt...&lt;br /&gt;How about the same sex?Only if they deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who got really angry at you?My boss.. and it wasn&#39;t even my fault.&lt;br /&gt;What is your pet peeve?Self Flushing Toilets&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?Depends on the person they are against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Sloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;What is one thing you&#39;re suppose to do daily that you haven&#39;t?Brush my Teeth...&lt;br /&gt;What is the latest you&#39;ve ever woken up?3:30 ish&lt;br /&gt;Name a person you&#39;ve been meaning to contact, but haven&#39;t?Mehgan&lt;br /&gt;What is the last lame excuse that you made?I don&#39;t know...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?Yes&lt;br /&gt;How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock this morning?Umm... my mom is my alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Gluttony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?I&#39;ll get back to you...&lt;br /&gt;Are you a meat eater?Yup!&lt;br /&gt;What is the greatest amount of alcohol you&#39;ve had in one sitting/outing/event?2 coolers&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable with your drinking and eating habits?Nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy candy and sweets?Yup&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer: sweets, salty foods or spicy foods?Sweet&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought, &quot;lunch&quot;?No... but I&#39;m sure I will now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;How many credit cards do you own?None&lt;br /&gt;If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?Give some away, save some and spend the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be rich or famous?Rich&lt;br /&gt;Would you accept a boring job if it meant that you would make megabucks?I might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s one thing that you have done that you&#39;re most proud of?Win District Speech Contest&lt;br /&gt;What&#39;s one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of?Nothing&lt;br /&gt;What thing would you like to accomplish late in your life?No clue&lt;br /&gt;Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?Yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?Nope&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cheated to get a better score?Yup&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today that you&#39;re proud of?I woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies, family, strippers, locker rooms)?5&lt;br /&gt;How many people have seen you naked (not counting physicians, doctors, family, locker rooms, or when you were a young child)?4&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a person of your chosen sex during a normal conversation?Yup&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite body part of a person of your gender choice?Nose&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had sexual encounters (including kissing/making out) with multiple persons?Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;What item of your friends would you most want to have for your own?Their money.&lt;br /&gt;Who would you want to go on &quot;Trading Spaces&quot; with?...&lt;br /&gt;If you could be anyone who existed in the world, who would you be?Anyone but me.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been cheated on?Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;What deadly sin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Do you do the most often?Gluttony&lt;br /&gt;Do you do the least often?Pride&lt;br /&gt;Is your favorite to act on?Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alex-is-amazing.blogspot.com/feeds/2106269724094392935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598298353117754307&amp;postID=2106269724094392935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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