<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518</id><updated>2012-02-01T23:39:49.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabrina Sayuri~</title><subtitle type='html'>I changed my last name^_^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-7442081871676834696</id><published>2009-11-12T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:33:53.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Impotence" of Proofreading</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;The the impotence of proofreading&lt;br /&gt;By Taylor Mali&lt;br /&gt;www.taylormali.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;You work very horde on a paper for English clash&lt;br /&gt;And then get a very glow raid (like a D or even a D=)&lt;br /&gt;and all because you are the word¹s liverwurst spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;Proofreading your peppers is a matter of the the utmost impotence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a problem that affects manly, manly students.&lt;br /&gt;I myself was such a bed spiller once upon a term&lt;br /&gt;that my English teacher in my sophomoric year,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Myth, said I would never get into a good colleague.&lt;br /&gt;And that¹s all I wanted, just to get into a good colleague.&lt;br /&gt;Not just anal community colleague,&lt;br /&gt;because I wouldn¹t be happy at anal community colleague.&lt;br /&gt;I needed a place that would offer me intellectual simulation,&lt;br /&gt;I really need to be challenged, challenged dentally.&lt;br /&gt;I know this makes me sound like a stereo,&lt;br /&gt;but I really wanted to go to an ivory legal collegue.&lt;br /&gt;So I needed to improvement&lt;br /&gt;or gone would be my dream of going to Harvard, Jail, or Prison&lt;br /&gt;(in Prison, New Jersey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got myself a spell checker&lt;br /&gt;and figured I was on Sleazy Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are several missed aches&lt;br /&gt;that a spell chukker can¹t can¹t catch catch.&lt;br /&gt;For instant, if you accidentally leave a word&lt;br /&gt;your spell exchequer won¹t put it in you.&lt;br /&gt;And God for billing purposes only&lt;br /&gt;you should have serial problems with Tori Spelling&lt;br /&gt;your spell Chekhov might replace a word&lt;br /&gt;with one you had absolutely no detention of using.&lt;br /&gt;Because what do you want it to douch?&lt;br /&gt;It only does what you tell it to douche.&lt;br /&gt;You¹re the one with your hand on the mouth going clit, clit, clit.&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you how embargo&lt;br /&gt;one careless clit of the mouth can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of this one time during my Junior Mint.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher read my entire paper on A Sale of Two Titties&lt;br /&gt;out loud to all of my assmates.&lt;br /&gt;I¹m not joking, I¹m totally cereal.&lt;br /&gt;It was the most humidifying experience of my life,&lt;br /&gt;being laughed at pubically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do yourself a flavor and follow these two Pisces of advice:&lt;br /&gt;One: There is no prostitute for careful editing.&lt;br /&gt;And three: When it comes to proofreading,&lt;br /&gt;the red penis your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-7442081871676834696?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/7442081871676834696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=7442081871676834696' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7442081871676834696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7442081871676834696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/11/impotence-of-proofreading.html' title='The &quot;Impotence&quot; of Proofreading'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-8935820352792709367</id><published>2009-10-15T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:08:13.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/15/09 (I Cant Think Of Any Clever Titles At The Moment..Sorry)</title><content type='html'>It feels like Im lying but I promise to start updating more regularly=]&lt;br /&gt;Schools been going really well so far. The teachers are great, the kids are hilarious and the hw is drain, everythings going right. I'm passing all my classes except maybe, Physics. My teacher has the craziest accent and he likes to take to himself so the class is entertaining but you leave at the end of the period trying to figure out what you were supposed to learn in those late 50 minutes. Its alright though, I'm gonna start going to tutoring after school next week. I ran for Student Union and won! Woot! Its been rumored that Ive got Presidency of the Student Union but Im not sure how reliable my source is. All I know is that there are four seats and I got one of them. For now, thats all I need to know. Im taking Intro to Latin and I LOVE my latin teacher...he is too awesome. He actually makes me want to continue latin as a language course but I believe I'm going to switch to either Spanish or Chinese. Im not sure yet. I will be taking intro to both of those and afterwards I'll decide which language I want to continue taking for the next two years. Yeah, thats really all I have so far. Ive got an essay to write on The Scarlet Letter (thank you Mr.Kleiman for having already introduced me to Puritan times. Made this book alot easier) Yeah, Im gonna go get started on that essay. I'll post it up here when I finish. Update you guys a little later..(a little later as in tomorrow=] lol )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;Signing off and out'^.^'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-8935820352792709367?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/8935820352792709367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=8935820352792709367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/8935820352792709367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/8935820352792709367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/10/101509-i-cant-think-of-any-clever.html' title='10/15/09 (I Cant Think Of Any Clever Titles At The Moment..Sorry)'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-4308254796369116628</id><published>2009-09-02T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:06:01.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOIT OOIT!!</title><content type='html'>So Ive graduated from middle school, entering highschool in about a week, Ive learned so much about myself this summer and one thing Ive realized is that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; need to start blogging again, lol. I miss seeing that blank page fill up with words that write out my thoughts, thoughts that I'd probably be either keeping inside or telling my dog and he rarely responds so I gets the feeling he doesnt really care...that couldnt be true though, could it?.....NAH..yup, so anyway..thats it. Look at this blog post as an intro for whats coming..yup, thats right. BEWARE!! Wait..beware sounds scary, like I dont want you to read my blog..ok, nevermind. WELCOME!!..Yeah, that works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-4308254796369116628?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/4308254796369116628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=4308254796369116628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/4308254796369116628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/4308254796369116628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/09/ooit-ooit.html' title='OOIT OOIT!!'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-3768029664842958391</id><published>2009-05-15T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:44:01.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAMAICA!WOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sg1_qJo1WJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wDr6PnJ39rY/s1600-h/JA-DUNKS-FINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sg1_qJo1WJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wDr6PnJ39rY/s320/JA-DUNKS-FINAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336061495622326418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PROUD....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-3768029664842958391?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/3768029664842958391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=3768029664842958391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3768029664842958391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3768029664842958391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/05/jamaicawoo.html' title='JAMAICA!WOO!'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sg1_qJo1WJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wDr6PnJ39rY/s72-c/JA-DUNKS-FINAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-1622915167408908453</id><published>2009-05-06T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:05:40.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEXTING</title><content type='html'>Teenagers. One big thing...sex. As much as some teens try to act like they're all so holy and they don't think about it...they do. Unless you live under a rock sex affects you. Every where you go there's sex. Movies, music, the rack at the corner store that says 18+. Its everywhere. If its everywhere then it must be good, must be important for some kind of fundamental development right? Another big thing is cell phones and on cell phones, theres texting. Everybody does it. Now if you put this texting that everybody does with the sex that everybodys talking about, you get a big problem. Since 2005, *"sexting"* has been a big issue and...well, its still a big problem. If you're not familiar with the term sexting, its the act of sending sexually explicit messages or photos electronically, primarily between cell phones. Since many teens are still trying to keep some type of purity, they figure not having actual sex but sending sexually explicit messages to the "loves of their lives" is a good alternative. The same as if you'd have sex with somebody who you "loved" and thought "loved" you back and then they go around telling everybody youre a whore and the biggest slut after the innevitable happens and you two break up...if you send them either sexually explicit text or pictures youre just cutting out the middle man and basically giving them permission to hit that "SEND-TO-MANY" button on their phone and letting everybody else see what should've been private and letting everybody think all thats not true about you also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29546030/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; to read about a young girl that commited suicide because of the consequences of sexting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mAJDMuyu_WI/SXEOc8FjNII/AAAAAAAABJ8/WomZiJZBlME/s400/Sexting.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://3g4g.blogspot.com/2009/01/sexting-is-dangerous-for-teens.html&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=400&amp;amp;sz=20&amp;amp;tbnid=NzQWF_UOexOuPM::&amp;amp;tbnh=93&amp;amp;tbnw=124&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsexting&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;usg=__UposeWofDGCkeNzBoQpq00huZuE=&amp;amp;ei=DKsBSv3hMJPkNcXrje0J&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=9&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; to read more about the subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch what you do. Once something is sent theres no turning back and nothing is ever deleted from cyberspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-1622915167408908453?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/1622915167408908453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=1622915167408908453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/1622915167408908453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/1622915167408908453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/05/sexting.html' title='SEXTING'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-4943923791364053226</id><published>2009-05-04T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:03:10.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teletubies Vs. Boobah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yeah, so Ive been obssesing over this for the past few days. You know how there are reality shows that just copy other reality shows and 6 soap operas that are exactly the same but with different actors? Well they do that with kids shows too. I am not embarrasesd to say this at all, I spend most of my free time watching PBS and PLayhouse disney and all those other channels for the young ones. Now my problem is that one of my past favorites, Teletubies was copied by this thing, Boobah. Honestly I have no idea where they got a name like that. Boobah...I just dont get it. Theyre such copy cats. Boobah characters; They are all different colors, they dont talk, they dance constantly....what does that remind you of.....TELETUBIES! I cant believe the shows creator had the audacity to sit there and remake Teletubies. Most people say its just the chinese version but what 6 year old is concerned with race. What 6 year child tells their mother "This show isnt chinese enough for me to watch." Nothing said is about being racist, Im not even trying to make a "racial statement". What my problem is that they copied Teletubies and Im mad. I hope Boobah looses all their viewers and is canceled or put on some remote channel. (They scare me......Im serious, I really am afraid of them. Especially the yellowish one.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ Oh Digimon and Pokemon are the exact same thing just so you know...I love both of them though. Gotta catch 'em all!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-4943923791364053226?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/4943923791364053226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=4943923791364053226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/4943923791364053226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/4943923791364053226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/05/teletubies-vs-boobah.html' title='Teletubies Vs. Boobah'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-2691161784194131885</id><published>2009-05-04T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:00:47.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabrina's Home For Imaginary Friends</title><content type='html'>Is it really wrong to have an imaginary friend? I don’t think so but I’ve promised myself to never go down that road again. This is why (flashback!)……I went to the Bronx with a couple of my friends (3 girls, 2 boys (and my imaginary friend, Moonlight) to get hoodies that had our groups intials. So we went and got hoodies, found these sneakers that had the hoodies design, went to the movies and then hit the pizzaria. It was pretty late, almost 11 so we decided to go back to Brooklyn to my cousins house. We took the 2 train and it took forever but there were some teens on the train that were really social so it was like a traveling party after awhile. We hit our stop and got off. We checked to make sure we had all our stuff. My little group didn’t forget nothing but guess what I forgot….Moonlight. I had a mental breakdown right in the subway station. She was like my twin. They couldn’t get me to calm down. I was crying like someone just shot my dog. It was horrible and I vowed from that day forward that all imaginary friends were to be completely oblivious to me as they are to adults who don’t believe in their inner child til! I found Moonlight. I hold that til this day…..please do not introduce me to any of your imaginary friends. Theyll be alot more imaginary when Im done with them….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-2691161784194131885?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/2691161784194131885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=2691161784194131885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/2691161784194131885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/2691161784194131885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabrinas-home-for-imaginary-friends.html' title='Sabrina&apos;s Home For Imaginary Friends'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-4870906058309318162</id><published>2009-05-04T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:41:02.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Freaks</title><content type='html'>WOOT! So Im finally back from Jamaica....Well I was back about 2 weeks ago but yeah.....Yeah! I was on this multiplayer roleplaying game called Runescape (yeah, Im a nerd. I role play. So what?) and I was wondering why the internet plays such a big part in society today. Besides the obvious reason about how anything can be found via web -from buying a rare Malibu Barbie from making Weapons of Mass Destruction-but the thing is that alot of people arent always happy with the life they're living at the appointed time OR even if they're greatly content with their life they might want to make it a bit better....you can be anyone over the internet. You could be a 45 year old male pretending to be a 14 year old girl with acne and an eating disorder. I dont know why that would be sometihng to choose to be but hey, one girls nightmare is another man's fantasy. So....to play my own little 'W.B. Manson' game with this new thought I created a couple of different Myspaces as different people which was actually real fun. My different account themes were -Goth Chick, Envolved in Emo, Homesexual Ganster, Retired Cop,Believed Vampire and an Anti-Christ theme.- All were very hard work and it was so interesting to see how people responed differently to each one. I had people request me, just so they could curse me out and tell me "you need to be saved..." and "prayer couldn't even help a wretched person like yourself'" A couple of those messages hurt my feelings too...but anway, my point really is that people can be anyone they want over the internet so as my personal P.S.A. you don't know who is who so DO NOT give your personal information to anyone, agree to meet anybody from the internet outside or trust any person you meet online. Take nothing what anyone says personally either because I know many of you remember the story of the mother who went on Myspace and pretended to be a young boy and led a girl to suicide...(&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/28/us/28hoax.html?_r=3&amp;amp;adxnnl=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;adxnnlx=1196356325-G6cwYoxb5Y6RwDV5dBt1AA&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=slogin" mce_href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/28/us/28hoax.html?_r=3&amp;amp;adxnnl=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;adxnnlx=1196356325-G6cwYoxb5Y6RwDV5dBt1AA&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;click here &lt;/a&gt;to read the article) &lt;p&gt;BE CAREFUL!!!!! please.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh and &lt;a href="http://www.runescape.com/" mce_href="http://www.runescape.com"&gt;Runescape&lt;/a&gt; is really fun. Check it out. (Nerds are really cool people...just kidding, Dont call anyone names or make fun of people...its not nice....^_^ im so sweet....)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-4870906058309318162?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/4870906058309318162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=4870906058309318162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/4870906058309318162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/4870906058309318162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/05/internet-freaks.html' title='Internet Freaks'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-3318758936391993591</id><published>2009-03-30T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:13:58.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Weekly Update?</title><content type='html'>So Ive been doing bad with this daily journal thing. I havent written on here for a week already but I know you guys will forgive me, right?? *Yes* YAY! I got a acoustic guitar yesterday and...well, Im not very good yet. I was gonna get an electric one but I didnt feel like getting the amplipher so....yeah. Thats the most exciting so far and I got accepted into Bard High School Early College. Ive been wanting to go there since I was like 5. It just looked like somewhere where smart people go so I wanted to go there because....I wanted to be smart. Nothings wrong with wanting to be smart right? Ah, I didnt really think so^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-3318758936391993591?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/3318758936391993591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=3318758936391993591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3318758936391993591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3318758936391993591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekly-update.html' title='(Weekly Update?'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-7569975309732921233</id><published>2009-03-22T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:29:54.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH! LIFE IS A PAIN</title><content type='html'>I am so excited!!! Tomorrow is me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bf's&lt;/span&gt; 6 month anniversary. Big right? Totally. I was laying down yesterday, after I wrote on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; and I realized that something I need to start doing is talking. Well, not talking like just ranting and rambling because I do enough of that daily but talking to "him" about whats been going on. People have been saying I've been acting differently. I have been acting differently. My whole little show of being happy 24/7 has been starting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deteriorate&lt;/span&gt;. Im not as good as actress as I thought I was but thats fine because I stopped caring. Alot has been going on, just stress of 8th grade and teenage life and its been taking such a big toll on me because...I dont talk about it. Now of course I could write about it on here but how much would that help? Not only would I be typing for hours on end, I would be boring the heck outta you guys when I could be talking about something of interest and then doing my whole therapy session with the guy who cares, or at least does a REALLY good job of acting like he cares. I appreciate acting more these days. AH! Im starting to bore myself now. Right, so I didnt do much besides think today. Sunday is my crying day. Where I think about everything and everyone thats done me wrong, cry about it then plan my payback. Sounds pretty pathetic, I know but its a real joy for me. So thats what Im doing right now. Im having heck of a time too. Yup, not much else to say...so I'll write about my revenge plans and how my 6 month anniversary went tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;Signing off and out (Ha, its still cute to say)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-7569975309732921233?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/7569975309732921233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=7569975309732921233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7569975309732921233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7569975309732921233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugh-life-is-pain.html' title='UGH! LIFE IS A PAIN'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-4490442316994097708</id><published>2009-03-21T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:26:28.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SABRINA SAY WHAT???</title><content type='html'>O-M-GFAKD! Guess what??? I have a new goal....exciting isnt it? What Im planning, hoping, aspiring and working to do is do an online journal. Meaning, Im going to try and write on blog everyday with just a little update on whats going on with...ME! Yup, thats right. You'll get to be on my case about everything that goes on with me day in and day out. So, yeah. Right now Im feeling pretty sick. I went to Saturday school at Bard earlier today and then went to the Pokemon Platinum release party. It. Was. AWESOME! Got a signed copy of the game and everything. I was supposed to go to my friend, Rey, birthday party but I wasnt feeling party-ish at all so I just went home. Up until now I've been watching YouTube videos. Not that exciting but thats all I felt like doing. Im REALLY REALLY tired. I havent slept in the last 4 days. I dont know why. I dont know how either but...yeah. Maybe Im an insominac. I should go get checked out or something dont you think? Yeah? I dont think so either. I'll be fine. Anyway, Im gonna go give my friends snake a bath so I'll talk to you guys later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina,&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off and Out (Ha, thats cute)&lt;br /&gt;Laterz&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-4490442316994097708?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/4490442316994097708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=4490442316994097708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/4490442316994097708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/4490442316994097708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabrina-say-what.html' title='SABRINA SAY WHAT???'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-3175083225593016401</id><published>2009-03-06T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:53:56.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space-Invaders! AH!</title><content type='html'>Well I founds me another movie like the text monster video I was telling you guys about in my last post and this one was about this boy who has this girl he's been going out for awhile and he was on her "Myspace" page the other day and saw a pretty flirty comment from this other guy and got suspicious. I said he should have broke into her account while she was away and looked at her messages. Yeah, yeah. He should have just talked to her but I dont know, I get nosy when I get jealous but anyway, he did it and got caught and that was just sad. He could have found a better way to break in than doing  it at while he was at her house. Of course youre gonna get caught. I hate when people do things like that but are stupid when theyre doing it. If youre gonna be sneaky you have to be clever. You cant be an idiot and you have to know how to stay alert and listen for footsteps and stuff. If you cant do those things...then well, you should just be upfront and ask whats going on...even though I dont really approve of that because then the person you asked kinda realizes that youre watching so then theyre more aware and are more careful with their "cheating". Like even if theyre not cheating, theyre probaby not being fully honest with you because they dont think that you care because you havent really shown any sign that youre watching them or have any idea that you know what theyre doing when youre not around.  The internet is a funny thing because its almost like this parellel world where youre yourself but you can make yourself into whoever you want to be and do pretty much whatever you want. Its alot easier to get caught doing something wrong on the internet because of all that data collecting technology there is now. Even simple technology like history and the cache, even if you delete them theyre still there and if you get caught by the feds doing something illegal ten years from and they want to pull up your old files they an do that and...well, thats why you have to watch what you do on the internet especially if you have an overproective overcurious space-invading boyfriend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-3175083225593016401?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/3175083225593016401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=3175083225593016401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3175083225593016401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3175083225593016401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/03/space-invaders-ah.html' title='Space-Invaders! AH!'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-2062726681378020051</id><published>2009-03-03T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:23:33.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Monster</title><content type='html'>I have this friend who has this boyfriend and he likes to hang out with his friends and whatever and she used to feel left out. Now they both have cell phones and she texts him constantly so she never feels abandoned by her boyfriend. Lately he's been answering her text less and less and when she finally confronted him about it he told her that his phone was broken. She doesnt know what to do because, well shes hurt and kind of doesnt believe him. So she texted me and asked me what she should do. If she should just break up with him, call him out on his lying and smash his phone or confront him and ask him whats going on. I told her to smash his phone because I personally hate being toyed with. If he isnt going to use it to make their relationship stronger there is no point in having it and he doesnt need it sooooo smash it. She texted me back and said that she didnt know if that was really the best way to go. I figured she was just too scared to do it so I called her boyfriend and he picked up (phone broken right?) and told him to meet me at the park. As soon as I saw him I started an arguement with him and took his phone right off his waist and threw it into the monkey bars. It smashed instantly and he stood there in complete shock. Then he got MAD sooo I ran. I ran and ran and went home. To make the story short, his phone really was broken, he had just gotten the one he answered me on an hour earlier, my friend had gotten a text from him telling her what really happened about the slow responses (his brother was really sick) and they are both no longer my friend. But hey, who needed them right?^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That story is no where near anything that really happened to me. Click the link below to see where I got the idea from,  its a really cute video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://techbrarian.com/home/?p=827"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-2062726681378020051?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/2062726681378020051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=2062726681378020051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/2062726681378020051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/2062726681378020051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/03/text-monster.html' title='Text Monster'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-7803624740856490292</id><published>2009-03-03T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:28:19.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothings Wrong With Revenge</title><content type='html'>You know what one of the saddest things is? When people dont realize what other people are capable of? They just keep pushing them and pushing them...and you know what? One day that kid is gonna lose it. Theyre just gonna be so tired and so finished that theyre gonna lose it and the good thing is with people like me who only go after the ones that deserve it...the ones that deserve it never see it coming because why? They underestimated the amount of bull that kid was gonna take so they think, "Oh, one more time isnt gonna hurt. This kid isnt gonna do anything." And by the time they finish that thought, theres already a bullet hole in the back of their head. Now, Im not promoting or encouraging violence but I'm a BIG believer in revenge. Being part of a Jamaican family, I was brought up in a mostly christian environment because...well, besides Rastarianism, christianity is really the main religion and Ive always been told, "God will take care of things." or "Every dog has their day and every puss has its 4 o'clock" and all thats good and well but honestly I dont think theres anything better than a little mortal revenge. Karma is great. God is great but mortal revenge is just so...sweet. Yeah, there's consequences but...its just too sweet. Consquences are what make life great anyway. Being in the wiccan religion also, they have a saying "What thou do to onto thee, will come back to thou art, three times three" which I guess I should follow. But like I said, nothing is as sweet as mortal revenge. I like my revenge to be surprising and sutle. Im not the one to come to school with an Ak tuked away into the front of my pants. No real satisfaction would come out of that but you know your favorite American Eagle sweater? The really expensive one? Yeah, the one with the bird on the front. That paint stain didnt get there by itself. And the homework that was being counted as a test for 40% of your grade that you thought you lost...you didnt lose it. You dont need to keep looking for it either, its gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-7803624740856490292?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/7803624740856490292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=7803624740856490292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7803624740856490292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7803624740856490292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothings-wrong-with-revenge.html' title='Nothings Wrong With Revenge'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-7967163329297040501</id><published>2009-02-15T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:49:11.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were A Boy (Pt. 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Wow, took me forever to write this second part huh? Such a shame. My deepest apologizes, but dont act like you were actually waiting for it. Probably sittin there watchin music videos or something...But for those of you that were..Again, Im sorry.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here we go, second verse. Right after the chorus-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I would turn off my phone&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone it’s broken&lt;br /&gt;So they’d think that I was sleepin’ alone&lt;br /&gt;I’d put myself first&lt;br /&gt;And make the rules as I go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that she’d be faithful&lt;br /&gt;Waitin’ for me to come home (to come home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse is trying to explain that guys like to create a reason to ignore their girlfriends eithier cuz theyre cheatin on them, feeling guility or just doing it cuz...well, theyre guys and thats what they do.(Not all guys but many) If youre phone is broken, no one can call you to check up on you and see how youre doing so that would probably lead to the thought that youre not in a relationship cuz the other person would want to call you and see how youre doing. Not necessarily if youre cheating or anything but just to ask what youre up to. So no phone, no girl meaning no reason for you not to be able to flirt and mess around with other girls you meet and no reason for your guy buddies to think that you have to be at a certain time because, youre sleeping alone so no one is worrying. What SOME guys also do is take advantage of the fact that their girlfriends are so loyal to them. They never have to think if their girlfriend would approve of what theyre doing because what she thinks doesnt matter. Its their life so theyre gonna put themselves first and if their girl doesnt like it, whatever. They know that no matter how disrespectful and inconsiderate they are, that woman, that girl, that lady is always gonna be at home waiting for them, waiting to cater to them and show them the love that many of them hone&lt;/span&gt;stly dont deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-7967163329297040501?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/7967163329297040501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=7967163329297040501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7967163329297040501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7967163329297040501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-were-boy-pt-2.html' title='If I Were A Boy (Pt. 2)'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-8514178631728005035</id><published>2009-02-05T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:42:15.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were A Boy (Pt. 1)</title><content type='html'>Hey people, sorry for such a late new post. I've been busy meditating and taking part in a little soul search that was way past due(*shrugs* I dont know what Im talking about but it distracted you from the fact that I havent written a blog post in almost a month, right? Yeeeaaah). Anyway, this post is on a pretty well known female artist, Beyonce. I am not the biggest fan of her but I'm definitely not a hater. Shes really talented and has made it very far in the music world, I just think shes a bit overrated because many people, boys especially look more at her looks than her vocals, personality and all that other good stuff. I have a couple of guy friends that have a her picture as their wallpaper and claim shes their favorite artist having only heard one song by her, probably by accident. Now maybe Im overexaggerating but then again, maybe Im not. ANYWAY, my main point is though shes not my favorite, there are a couple of songs I do love by her. Mostly from her newest album, I AM...Sasha Fierce. One song in particular always always catched my attention and makes me think and its "If I Were A Boy" I know I probably could just write a simple overview of what I think the song means but todays an analyzing day so Im gonna explain each "part" of the song. Bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If I were a boy even just for a day&lt;br /&gt;I'd roll out of bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And throw on what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;And go drink beer with the guys&lt;br /&gt;And chase after girls&lt;br /&gt;I'd kick it with who I wanted&lt;br /&gt;And I'd never get confronted for it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they stick up for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, most of them dont really care about what they wear because theyre never trying to really impress anybody and some really arent going anywhere besides "going to go drink bear with the guys" Now we girls get dogged at so much for taking forever to get ready but the fact of the matter is if we didnt spend all that time getting ready alot of you boys wouldnt give a girl the time of day since its all about looks. We try so hard to look nice for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and all you can do is complain about why we're taking so long. No matter if we're going somewhere that'll be 30 miles away from you, we'll wake up and take 4 hours to get ready just so that the 5 minutes that you see us before we leave the house you think "Wow, Im lucky to have a girl like her."/You guys can whistle and do a once over of any girl that passes by you and expect us not to say anything but let us mention a dudes name and you just wanna go off. Its ridiculous. We watch you flirt but many of us dont say anything because if we do, we're called jealous. Its not about jealousy, its about respecting the female youre involved with./If we have a certain girlfriend that you dont like, you go right in with calling her names and saying this and that about her but if we should say something about one of your little nasty guy friends both of you wanna strangle us. Again, ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AH! Just realized I'm gonna split this up into maybe three parts so for the rest of the lyric breakdown see my next post. Sorry for the inconvinience-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-8514178631728005035?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/8514178631728005035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=8514178631728005035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/8514178631728005035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/8514178631728005035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-were-boy-pt-1.html' title='If I Were A Boy (Pt. 1)'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-8664992360102763393</id><published>2009-01-18T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:55:29.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration Detention</title><content type='html'>Immigrants. The name is always given such a bad rep. Its used as a curse, as if its some sort of horrible taboo. Its used as an insult, as a crude joke to someone who isnt from here but what is here? Who really belongs here? Who does "here" belong to?  I always hear the media refer to immigrants as aliens. I ask about it and people say that its because aliens arent from here, just like immigrants. That doesnt make any sense to me, maybe it does logically but morally its just stupid. Aliens are green monsters from strange planets OR aliens just arent real. Depends on who you ask. Immigrants are real. Theyre human beings just like everybody else "from here" I dont even see the need for them to categorize them with a name. They were born somewhere else and decided to come here. Big deal. People are born in the Bronx and go to Manhattan. Its just ridiculous. Now its taken to an even worse level. Theyre are some "immigrants" that get caught up into something stupid, not even a misdemeanor but just something that gets them noticed by the system and they get brought to a detention center, specifically for immigrants and keep in mind, many to most are legal permanent citizens but theyre brought to these centers like theyre some kind of fugitives breaking into some wonderful place. America is crap and I know Id probably get a whole bunch of bull for saying that but Im being honest. I dont care if you wanna call me unAmerican but they way America is currently being ran, its someplace that you find it difficult being proud of. America is supposed to be so full of opportunity, freedom  and resources because of the whole constitution thing but its use is so limited because the people that are running the country have no sense and then other people are letting these mindless fools run this place right into the ground and go happily along with it. Nobody wants to stand up for anything. They see something foolish happen, complain about it but do NOTHING about it. These poor people in these centers are treated like murderers. They get little to none medical attention, theyre cut off from their families, theyre humiliated, intimidated, pushed around, sexually assaulted and all for nothing. Some are actually sent there mentally ill, known that they need help but instead are labeled disobidient and put into solitary confinement where they end up going crazy and turn depressed and eventually suicidal. I played this game, which really isnt a game at all called Homeland Guantanamo and they show the "untold story of immigration detainees in the U.S." I started playing the game thinking its was gonna be some little stupid gimmick put there by the government to show how wonderful of a job theyre doing but its nothing close to that. I dont even want to give in detail how the game is because its something you really have to experience for yourself. It tells the story of Boubacar Bah, 52-year-old tailor from &lt;a title="Guinea" href="http://www.nydailynews.com/topics/Guinea"&gt;Guinea&lt;/a&gt; who had overstayed his tourist visa, sustained a fall while in detention and fractured his skull. As a consequence he began to behave erratically, but he was thought to simply be "acting out" and was shackled to the floor. Moaning and vomiting, he was placed in solitary confinement, and although some staff members reported him foaming by the mouth and unresponsive nothing was done for 13 hours. At long last he was sent to the hospital and operated for multiple brain hemorrhages. Not surprisingly, it was too late and Bah died after spending four months in a coma. This is a story that was fortunately made public but there are so many similars ones that havent gotten a chance to be told. Its really one of those "let the dead speak" cases. When you finish playing the game they bring you to a memorial wall where the other 87 documented deaths of detainees are placed and there they let you put a comment of hope or something but as I looked there was some of the most IGNANT comments ever. Stuff like, "Its their fault for coming over here", "They should all die slowly, I hope those aliens burn in hell." Things along those lines and it amazed me to see that they would actually play the game, see whats happening and still be so damn closeminded and...I dont even know a good word for it, as wide as I though my vocabulary was there really isnt a good name for those kind off people, well at least not a good name I could call them without being cut eyes at by my teachers. Seriously though, we could be doing a whole lot better. If people were just more educated on stuff and werent so ignorant to the fact of what was going on we'd be better off. Thats really the problem. People are so dumb they go along with anything. Its a shame but this is something that can be changed. Open your eyes and look at whats happening in the world. I know we all like to make our little jokes about how we're the creator of our on little worlds but when you have to come back and face reality you realize that we're all in this together (oh no, highschool musical quote. So not intended) but yeah, all in this together and we gotta stop being so selffish and closeminded. I challenge everybody that reads this post to play the game and write a post on it. It might not seem like anything but just by you saying something about it, youre doing something about it. "The Secret" The way you think and the things you say change the universe. Its just the way the cosmos works. On Tuesday, January 20th we will have officially elected our first black president. One of the biggest changes. No reason for us to stop there. People have been saying that 2009 is the start of the end but it doesnt have to be. Things are finally just beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-About America being crap, that was my angry comment. It seems like theres so much more bad in this counrty especially more than there is good but I do know fully well America really has some great qualities and we should all take time to explore them and build up on them to create an even better place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Homeland Guantanamo link:&lt;a href="http://www.homelandgitmo.com/"&gt;http://www.homelandgitmo.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I dare you.)&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and I mentioned "The Secret" Also something you should look into. &lt;a href="http://www.thesecret.tv/"&gt;http://www.thesecret.tv/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-8664992360102763393?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/8664992360102763393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=8664992360102763393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/8664992360102763393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/8664992360102763393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/01/immigration-detention.html' title='Immigration Detention'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-5856322288903754958</id><published>2009-01-17T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:07:17.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl In The Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://arkansasarts.com/images/registry/wolfe_girl_in_the_water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" alt="" src="http://arkansasarts.com/images/registry/wolfe_girl_in_the_water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its 3:44 in the morning. I was sleeping but I had the strangest dream and they usually say to write down your dreams so here I am, typing my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There was a little girl crying in the corner. I couldn't see her face because her hair was in the way. Her hair was oddly dark, it looked dark and wet like she was swimming or something. I was walking towards her to see if she was ok (stupid, i know). I was about 2 feet away from her when she looked up at me. Her skin was dark and her eyes we're bright gold and wide. Eerily beautiful. She told me "I told him not to do it. I told him but he did it and then they hurt him." I guess my subcouncious self was scared because I ran. I ended up on this sidewalk. I looked up and realized I was near the school (188). I looked towards the street and saw one of my friends Anthony riding on a bike. His hair was black and choppy, convering his face. He had one arm on the handles but the other, the other arm wasnt their. I pulled a bike out of my pocket (?) and rode after him. He looked so sad. I asked him what happened and he said "They wouldnt leave me alone. I didnt know. I threw the bag of bees at them but then one of the wasp flew up my nose and thats why I dont have my other arm. Im allergic to bees." (Sad story I know) I jumped off my bike and landed in the ocean. I swam to the edge and saw the girl from before. This time her eyes were red. Red and scary but still strangely beautifully. She said out loud but to know one in particular "This is the last time. I tried to warn you to stay away." Ghost appeared behind her. All their faces were blurry. They came straight towards me. One of them put his hand over my eyes and pushed me deep into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when I woke up. Im thinking about writing that down as a story. Yup, so Im gonna go back to bed now. I just might try to interpret this dream later on when I a little more awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-5856322288903754958?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/5856322288903754958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=5856322288903754958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/5856322288903754958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/5856322288903754958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-in-water.html' title='The Girl In The Water'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-4379087258076052564</id><published>2009-01-16T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:57:58.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Haikus About Math</title><content type='html'>Inequality&lt;br /&gt;That Just Means Not Equal&lt;br /&gt;Why such a big word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is frustrating&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of parents&lt;br /&gt;Like them, you need math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graph paper, pencil&lt;br /&gt;Lets make coordinates and plot&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I dont want to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-4379087258076052564?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/4379087258076052564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=4379087258076052564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/4379087258076052564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/4379087258076052564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-haikus-about-math.html' title='My Haikus About Math'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-464749689767690074</id><published>2009-01-14T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:36:31.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!........(TO ME!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picture-book.com/files/userimages/29u/bookcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 434px; height: 636px;" src="http://picture-book.com/files/userimages/29u/bookcover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! WOOT! 14 YEARS OLD! Wow...Im getting old...Well, its 11:31 so 29 more minutes til the official day of my wonderful oh so inspiring birth but still. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just wanted to say Happy Birthday to myself. Sorry this is such a short post but short post on my blog for once is a welcome change from those novel intros I usually do huh? Teehee! Yeah but I'll be back. Gonna go look for some birthday presents or something-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-464749689767690074?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/464749689767690074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=464749689767690074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/464749689767690074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/464749689767690074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-me-woot-14-years-old.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!........(TO ME!!!)'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-7284550796299190473</id><published>2009-01-13T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:06:06.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being random is great...</title><content type='html'>For 2009 Im trying to be more "open" so what better way to do this than with a whole bunch of meaningless amazingly random questions. I'll probably be doing more of these in the near future so...yeah, just wanted to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:1px;background:#32CD32;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;background:#FFFFFF;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;background:#32CD32;margin-bottom:5px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF;font-weight:bold;" href="http://www.the-top-tens.com/50-random-questions.asp"&gt;50 Random Questions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Where were you 3 hours ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Well its 11:49 now so I was home, in my favorite chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Who are you in love with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Somebody, he probably doesn't want to be mentioned so...yeah, somebody special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Have you ever eaten a crayon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;No, but Ive eaten chalk before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;My friends dog....(dont ask)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. When is the last time you went to the mall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;A week ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Yes, Barney ones. Barney is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Do you have a car worth over $2,000?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;I wish I could say I had a car period. Well, I could say it but I want to say it and not be lying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. When was the last time you drove out of town?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;If I dont have a car, how am I supposed to "drive" out of town. Ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;No, but Ive seen some movies online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Are you hot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;No! Its REALLY cold in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;This smoothie thingy I made with my cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. What are you wearing right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;...Clothes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Omg, again. Dont-have-a-car...Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Last food that you ate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Strawberries. Theyre so cute and red and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Where were you last week at this time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;My friend Dashawn's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Yeah, I felt like being the stereotypical girl and got excited about shopping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. When is the last time you ran?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Earlier today, sometime around quarter before something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. What's the last sporting event you watched?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;The Giants Vs. The Eagles.&lt;br /&gt;Eagles:23/Giants:11 (Its funny that they played this game on the 11. Maybe if they played on the 25 they would have won)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. What is your favorite animal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Lynx (Its like a snowleopard/lion thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Your dream vacation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;A remote island...that hasnt been "discovered".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Last person's house you were in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Um...scratched cornea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Have you been in love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;I havent BEEN but I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Last play you saw?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;An Urban Remake Of Romeo and Juliet titled Romiette and Julio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Dont have one...dont really need one;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. What are your plans for tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Who is the last person you sent a MySpace message or comment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;This person I dont know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Next trip you are going to take?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;That remote island I was telling you about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Ever go to camp?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Yeah, it was fun except for the occasional bear scare...it was ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Were you an honor roll student in school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Yup, 4 years straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. What do you want to know about the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;If Im gonna be hurt anytime in the near future so I can just avoid it somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Its 11:52...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Are you due sometime this year for a doctor's visit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Where is your best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;He's home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. How is your best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Good. Thanks for asking. Hows yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. Do you have a tan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Why would have a tan??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Vulnerable-SecondHand Serenade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Do you collect anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Bookmarks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Who is the biggest gossiper you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;I dont know, whoever writes that stuff in the girls bathroom. Theyre amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Pulled over? In what? For what? Driving an imaginary car? Wow&lt;br /&gt;I got stopped the other day though (while walking), like 4 days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;....Yes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. What does your last text message say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;*Filtered*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. Do you like hot sauce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Last time you took a shower?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Like 20 minutes ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Do you need to do laundry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. What is your heritage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Jamaican&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. Are you someone's best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;I'd hope so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. Are you rich?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;It depends on who you ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. What were you doing at 12AM last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:15px;font-style:italic"&gt;Playing DeadSpace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:5px;margin-bottom:0px;padding-bottom:0px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-top-tens.com/lists/best-credit-report-repair-services.asp" style="color:#32CD32;font-weight:normal;font-size:9px;"&gt;Top Credit Repair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px;background:#32CD32;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF;font-weight:bold;font-size:8px;" href="http://www.the-top-tens.com/lists/top-ten-best-surveys-quizzes-on-myspace.asp"&gt;Best MySpace Quizzes and Surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-7284550796299190473?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/7284550796299190473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=7284550796299190473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7284550796299190473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7284550796299190473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-random-is-great.html' title='Being random is great...'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-1748888961742295486</id><published>2009-01-12T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:49:45.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploiting Your Own Kids...Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aapt.org/olympiad2005/photos/thumbnails/no_picTMB.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.aapt.org/olympiad2005/photos/thumbnails/no_picTMB.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watchin this video on YouTube today and there were these two little girls dancing together. I usually look at the comments before I watch any video (I hate when they have those scary faces pop up on the screen so I check for spoilers) and I saw some people callin the little girls sluts and the parents ignorant. Now Im thinking, why is everybody being so mean? All I see are two little girl dancing. I scroll back up to the video and one girl is bent over in front of the other one dancing like they do in many clubs. Thats when I realize what the people are saying. So I look at more of the comments just to see what other people think. Then I hear through the music "Go head Nana kiss her." I had no idea what was going on but when I looked back at the video these two women were tryna get the girls to kiss. Seriously now, the kids are around 7 and 8 years old and theyre doing this. First I thought maybe theyre just tryna keep them from gettin twisted up into some kind of homophobia or something but thats so not the way to do it. I agree with everyone in the comments who called the parents or whoever was ignorant. Theyre sitting there exploiting their children not even realizing or just not caring the amount of creeps on there tryna get away at some kiddie p**n and its just really sad. Theyres PERVS just being so fueled and amused by this that it really is sick. If those poor kids arent taught better from now, the hell that theyre gonna end up in is gonna just be so hard to get out of and its gonna be the parents fault but you know what its ok because, im not gonna start preaching or anything but in the bible (somewhere, im not really that great on quoting scriptures) it says "God looks out for the fools and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt;" and as far as I know God can't lie so hopefully, those parents get some sense slapped into them soon or by some miracle their kids realize not to listen or follow them in anyway. Many parents these days are exploiting their kids and not even realizing it, its a shame. Then we wonder how they end up getting pregnant and die of STDS or get kicked out of every school and become a drop out. Follow the bread crumbs that lead to the parents. It always leads right back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-1748888961742295486?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/1748888961742295486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=1748888961742295486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/1748888961742295486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/1748888961742295486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/01/exploiting-your-own-kidswow.html' title='Exploiting Your Own Kids...Wow'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-3044198541289395899</id><published>2009-01-02T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:39:47.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(2009)HAPPY NEW YEAR WISHES/(2008) My Past Year Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.profile-comments.com/images/happy-new-year/images/happy-new-year002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.profile-comments.com/images/happy-new-year/images/happy-new-year002.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Its the big 09 now huh? Didnt 2008 pass fast? Makes you really wonder where time goes. What it should make you realize is that time waits for no man. They say when you die, your life flashes before you eyes. That means you should make it worth watching. One of the biggest New Year cliches is to create a resolution. The people that follow their resolutions are worth recognizing but to me resolutions are a big waste of time. I dont make resolutions, I make promises to myself. I know alot of people are gonna think "Well isnt that the same thing?" Let me just tell you now, it isnt. To me resolutions are just something you tell people but promises are something that you have to say and live up to. Resolutions...not much. If you really say the word how its spelled without the made syllables, its RE-Solutions. A solution done again? Well if that solution was all that great why would you do it again? That just seems like youre making a mistake twice without even realizing what your first mistake was. Maybe Im wrong in your thought but thats what I think and really, you cant go wrong being true with yourself. Promises are something that should be done once and proven over a lifetime. Love is a promise and when you think about love, its not something that can just be said and ended. You have to say it, mean it and prove it. A promise. Say it, mean it and prove it. Love yourself, make a promise to yourself. Say it, mean it and prove it to yourself. Forget about everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my promise to myself for 2009 is that Im gonna stop regreting cuz now that I think about it, its better to regret doing something than to regret doing nothing at all. Before my big problem was rejection. I was so scared of being rejected that Id stay so quiet and to myself that Id be invisible but not even to other people, more to myself... Then, after awhile Id stop caring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; that Id hope to be rejected. I figured it would make me stronger. Like jumping into cold water in 15 degree weather. It would make me immune. I thought I could be immune to pain. That was a downfall and I ended being hurt so much because I wouldnt think. The pain was a numbness. If I was numb I wouldnt feel the pain. That was another problem because when I realized that I did care I would feel all the pain of everthing that happened Id go into shock. Then, I would regret everything. I wouldnt forgive, I wouldnt forget. Id mourn and cry and think of regret. Yup. That was 2008. My promise, to just live. Learn from my mistakes, think before I do anything and never reget. Im learning now that pain is not a numbness. Its not something I can be immune from either. Sometimes you just gotta feel it, remember it and move on and thats my plan for 09. Its funny, the whole New Year New Me thing really makes sense to me now. I guess you shouldnt wait for a whole new year to come before you change yourself for the better. If its in the middle of the year, middle of the week, middle of the day at the 15 minutes past the hour and you feel like changing go ahead and do it. The sooner the better.&lt;br /&gt;(I know Happy New Year wishes are supposed to be...well happy and full of cheer and what not but what better way to start the New Year than a good ranting full of honesty. To me thats like starting the day with a good cup of coffee. Yup, even though I dont drink coffee...but whatever)&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Hope 09 is full of opportunity and fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-3044198541289395899?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/3044198541289395899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=3044198541289395899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3044198541289395899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3044198541289395899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009happy-new-year-wishes2008-my-past.html' title='(2009)HAPPY NEW YEAR WISHES/(2008) My Past Year Mistakes'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-3596033591326854364</id><published>2008-12-30T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:16:05.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-CUTTING-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://content8.flixster.com/question/50/78/12/5078122_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://content8.flixster.com/question/50/78/12/5078122_std.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A recent report published in &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/06/health/06brod.html?_r=2&amp;amp;scp=1&amp;amp;sq=teens%20cutting&amp;amp;st=cse&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;The New York Times&lt;/a&gt; says, “Anonymous surveys among college students suggest that 17 percent of them have self-injured, and experts estimate that self-injury is practiced by 15 percent of the general adolescent population.” In fact, every news organization is ringing the alarm about the “trend” of cutting. But it seems that no one is getting to the core of this issue. To me, the story is not so much that so many of us are cutting; the question in my mind is why are we cutting?&lt;br /&gt;In 6th grade there was an issue of me being involved with the whole cutting scene and at first in didnt seem like any big thing to me. If you did it, you did it. Self mutilation? I dont get it. One cut...not that big of a deal. Well it was. (I know Im not being really clear on if I did it or not and Im doing that on purpose. Being so vague about it might bring you to the conclusion that I did do it but if I dont say it straight out how much truth is there in that huh?) I’ve read a variety of forums on this issue and as far as I can see, everyone admits that cutting is painful; so why are so many people still doing it? (Ritorical question. I know why)&lt;br /&gt;"Skin is a bulletin board," &lt;a href="http://www.ftnys.org/Girltalkwhywecut.htm"&gt;said&lt;/a&gt; Linda Lebelle, director of Focus Adolescent Services. "They're saying, 'Can you see how much pain I'm in?’” Sure that sounds good in a clinical sense, but depression has been on the rise since the 80s and cutting has only seen a growth in popularity in the last few years. Funny thing is, alot of people that cut arent even depressed. Doesnt make much sense does it? Well, it does to them. At that point is not called cutting, its scarring. Ill write another post on this. In the very very near future.&lt;br /&gt;Some teens cite the thrill or high that comes from the experience as their impetus. "Cutting releases anger and frustration," &lt;a href="http://www.womensenews.org/article.cfm/dyn/aid/1789"&gt;wrote&lt;/a&gt; 17-year-old Abby. "By cutting, it lets it out-- bleeds it out. It is the most exciting, dangerous feeling I have ever felt." Another anonymous teen concurred, telling &lt;a href="http://www.womensenews.org/article.cfm/dyn/aid/1789"&gt;Women’s E News&lt;/a&gt;, “It started out as a weird thrill.. I admit that I was strangely addicted to the feeling of dragging the razor across my skin. I liked the way my hair would stand on end as I watched the blood trickle from every cut I made." The more I looked, the more “thrill,” “high,” “control” and “trend” started appearing in the cutting conversation. Now, I’m no statistician by any stretch of the imagination, but when the majority of unmoderated sites are mentioning the same three or four major reasons for one act, I’ve got to figure that’s probably closer to the root of the problem than the hypothesis given by “health professionals.”&lt;br /&gt;Cutting is not like piercing or tattooing, which are both forms of artistic expression. Cutting is a destructive mean of expression that could lead to serious injury and should not be taken lightly. An appropriate analogy might very well be jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge. Sure, it seems exciting at the time—especially when everyone else is doing it—but then it has that whole lasting effect of your ending up dead, which is not quite as cool. In most respects, I think we could all agree that there are more effective ways to gain control over our lives and more acceptable ways of finding a thrill. Alot of people who cut dont even realize how serious it is until its too late and theyre being driven in an ambulance to the hostpital. If you know anyone that cuts, please talk to them. I dont mean just say, "Oh cutting is bad. Now I mean seriously talk to them. Do research, print out articles, just be there for them. I know I might be thought of as strange for saying this but dont tell a school counselour. It wont help. Just talk to them and be a friend. In the end, if that isnt enough tell a trusted adult. Not a counselour. They cant be trusted. Why is this? Because they have an obligation to tell parents and though this might not seem like a problem, it is. If the cutter is rushed into being "fixed" by parents and counselour it could run them into an even worse state of depression and they could end up being drugged up and put into a mental instution when all they really needed was a good friend. My main point, be a good friend and just listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-3596033591326854364?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/3596033591326854364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=3596033591326854364' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3596033591326854364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3596033591326854364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/12/recent-report-published-in-new-york.html' title='-CUTTING-'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-1298900474140492652</id><published>2008-12-17T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:27:25.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save The Animals (Part Two)</title><content type='html'>Many vegetarians are vegetarian because they dont believe in eating animals that have been killed. Alot of vegetarians became non meat eaters because they found out how many of the meat products that were alive animals before were treated horribly in the factory. The animals were mass produced by being fed hormones to make them give birth and grow faster and thicker. Now the point Im getting at is there are factories call puppy mills that do basically the same thing. They breed a whole bunch of animals only to treat them terribly and then sell them to big name pet stores (PetLand Discounts) who probably dont give a crap about the animals either. Well if they dont care about the animals why should we care about their business going under. Stop buying from pet stores that get their animals from puppymills. Vist your local animal shelter and adopt a pet. Youll be saving a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-1298900474140492652?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/1298900474140492652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=1298900474140492652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/1298900474140492652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/1298900474140492652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/12/save-animals-part-two.html' title='Save The Animals (Part Two)'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-5008389303233709636</id><published>2008-12-16T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:48:09.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My drug P.S.A</title><content type='html'>A video made by me about drug abuse using this awesome website called &lt;a href="http://www.xtranormal.com/"&gt;Xtranormal&lt;/a&gt;. Hope you likez it~ (Making it was fun...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48b6e98bfb401d7a/49489256609ab5d2/48b6e98b44896caa/d7d2ee61/widget.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-5008389303233709636?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/5008389303233709636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=5008389303233709636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/5008389303233709636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/5008389303233709636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-drug-psa.html' title='My drug P.S.A'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-8690717208555607724</id><published>2008-12-16T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:27:37.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING....(LOVE IS A HYPOTHETICAL FEELING)</title><content type='html'>What is love? My definition of loving someone is knowing that theyre the one who you can always run to. The arms you can always fall in. The heart beat you can always listen to. The ears that never get tired of listening and the eyes that never get tired of watching. The mouth that never gets tired of talking, the lips that never get tired of kissing. The hand that never gets tired from wiping away tears or the arms that never get tired from holding you back, occasionally pushing you forward or from just holding you. You know that theyd do anything for you and would never do anything to hurt you. The door would be open but theyd never leave, the chair would be right there but they wouldnt sit, the sky could be black and the moon could be out but they wouldnt go to sleep cuz that would mean time away from you. There would always be a way out but who needs to escape from something they want and you know that all they want is to be with you. Theyd be the only one with the power to break your heart but you know that theyd never use it. With great power comes great responsibilty. I think the power to break someones heart is the greatest power ever and if anyone should give you that power please realize that even if you dont want it theyre trusting you with it so dont take advantage of it and watch the things you do and say. Something that seems so little to you could be so amazingly huge to them. Thats the whole reason theyre in love with you, all the little things you did that you didnt even realize you were doing. Now to the people that are in love. Isnt it crazy? Your heart hurts whenever you think of them, you dont want to be away from them and when you are you cant wait to just hear them call your name and grab you up into the arms that youve been longing for since the last time you saw them, which could be an hour earlier. The heart doesnt know time. All it knows is that its always too long to be away from them. Its funny because people always talk about how they gave the object of their affection their heart but when that persons away your heart hurts. Like how is that possible? You have my heart and at the same time youre making it hurt and not even you, just the fact that you're not standing right here next to me at this very moment. Strange. You want to cry when it just doesnt make sense. What are you crying for, youre with them. You belong to them and they belong to you. Both your hearts are cared for by each other. So whats the problem? Fear. Youre scared. Somethings gonna happen and theyre gonna leave you. Youre gonna wake up from this beautiful little dream and realize none of it was real. Theyre gonna find someone better, maybe even your best friend and realize that they never wanted to be with you all along. Then what are you gonna do? You made them your everything and now theyre gone and what do you have left? Nothing. Absolutely nothing except maybe your heart, but what good is it? Its broken. Torn. Ripped. Strangled. Bleeding...scarred. Just so useless. You are supposed to love everyday you live but whats the point of loving with a broken heart? Its like driving with a broken car. You seem to be doing fine but soon enough when you least expect it youre gonna crash and burn and its gonna happen in the middle of no where or even worse in the middle of a busy street where everyone is driving happily and no cars hit you but no one stops to help you either. No one sees you. Youre between dying and death right now cuz you want to die, you know youre gonna die but you dont and that makes everything worse. Now, this is all hypoHYPOthetically. Youre still with this wonderful person but all of this is going through your mind when youre not with them and sometimes even when you are. Why does loveing someone hurt more than being hated? Why does loving someone who loves you back hurt more than loving someone who doesnt? Is it just fear? Maybe its just me. Usually it is. Just me. Just Sabrina...just thinking. Again though, this is all hypothetical. Just another hypothetical thought. Im just the hypothetic realist arent I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-8690717208555607724?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/8690717208555607724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=8690717208555607724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/8690717208555607724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/8690717208555607724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-hypothetically-speakinglove-is.html' title='JUST HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING....(LOVE IS A HYPOTHETICAL FEELING)'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-598707420277950937</id><published>2008-12-10T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:26:35.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Cruelty Is Wrong No Matter Which Way You Turn It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because youre a useless piece of trash doesn't mean you should treat animals cruelly. Okay, so that opening statement may sound mean but thats my whole view on animal abuse. Now I believe that abuse can be broken up into to three main terms that can be broken down even more but the main three are Neglect, Punishment and just plain Cruelty. Some people that abuse their animals dont even realize that they are doing it. They either just dont care or are too busy to realize. The ones that dont care will do things like see the empty water bowl before they leave the house at 8 in the morning, look at the faucet, think about filling up the bowl but decide Mr.Fluffles can wait until later knowing that they wont be back until 10. Oh well, right? No, abuse. Then theres Mrs.Businesswoman who has a meeting at 11, its 10:30 now and itll be a 40 minute drive. She runs out the door, jumps into the car, heads to work and half way there she realizes "I didnt feed Simon (the dog)".........."Damn!, fourth time this week." Abuse. Next we have Mr. Strangeman who lives with his three dogs, Pookie, Smiles and Trix. Trix had an accident on the carpet so he beat her. Pookie tried to run after a squirrel during a walk so poor Pookie got beat. Mr. Strangeman wanted Smiles to come to him so he yelled "Smiles!". Smiles didnt come. He called four more times and Smiles didnt get up so he walked over to where Smiles was and beat him. Nothing wrong with that right? He was being disobediant. No. Again, abuse. Now to our last form of abuse, the one where my beginning statement is directed to, just plain Cruelty. Im gonna give the most common and sickest kind of abuse. Dog fighting. Forget the whole min skit thing. These sick cruel malicious people train their dogs to fight. They hurt them so they become tough. They put them against other dogs and have them fight to the death. I shouldnt even have to ask if this is wrong because if you think its acceptable youre just as sick as they are. So Ive pretty much covered the bases on the different kinds of animal cruelty but what I didnt talk about is overpopulation. Alot of people dont realize how important it is to get their pets spayed and neutered. It prevents homeless pets and innocent animals getting into evil hands. You spay and neuter your pet and youll be saving alot of animals that could potentially be hurt in the future. Oh, just a little reminder. Dogs are not the only pets that get abused. Please remember to spay and neuter your pets. Ive said it like 3 times but I know how you people dont listen so just once more for the sake of the animals. Ill even say it slowly, P-L-E-A-S-E/S-P-A-Y/A-N-D/N-E-U-T-E-R /Y-O-U-R /P-E-T-S. Got it? Good. And Im serious. If you havent done it yet go do it...now. Like right now. Save The Animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanesocietyofmarioncounty.com/images/animal_cruelty_starved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://www.humanesocietyofmarioncounty.com/images/animal_cruelty_starved.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hickerphoto.com/data/media/40/dogs_3056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://www.hickerphoto.com/data/media/40/dogs_3056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on animal abuse and how you can stop it visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aspca.org/site/PageServer?pagename=kids_ri_whypeopleabuse"&gt;http://www.aspca.org/site/PageServer?pagename=kids_ri_whypeopleabuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres even more info all over the net so do some research. One click, one life. Thats all it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help an animal that may have been abused before go and take a trip to your local pet shop or shelter. You just might be saving yourself too.&lt;br /&gt;-EXTRA- (Please watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4w3785ekpM&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Flareinadechanclas.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F02%2F"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4w3785ekpM&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Flareinadechanclas.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F02%2F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......I cried when I saw it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-598707420277950937?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/598707420277950937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=598707420277950937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/598707420277950937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/598707420277950937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/12/animal-cruelty-is-wrong-no-matter-which.html' title='Animal Cruelty Is Wrong No Matter Which Way You Turn It'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-3122601661258921642</id><published>2008-12-07T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:36:35.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires and Werewolves and Witches! Oh my!</title><content type='html'>So, Twilight is the best book ever right? Edward and Jacob are probably the most wanted guys by teenage girls right now too especially after the movie. I know I have a whole bunch of their posters in my room but what I wanna know is how many people really believe in vampires and werewolves. What is a vampire? Theres hundreds of movies that give this idea that vampires are monsters that kill people for the joy of it but how much truth is there to that really? I believe in vampires, I believe in werewolves, I believe in fairies but I do not believe in Santa. Funny isnt it? I think that vampires are humans that rely on the blood of other humans to survive. I dont think that vampires kill people though. I know one "vampire" in particular who has a specific donor who gives him a bit of her blood willingly every week. I dont know exactly how it all works out but hes a vampire. Other people might just call him crazy and nasty but thats there opinion and I have mine. Now werewolves have there movies too and theres few movies who tell the truth about them but what is the truth? Im not a werewolf so I cant tell you. I havent did much research bout werewolves cuz I think vampires are 10x hotter so...yeah. What I am going to do now is do some googling on werewolves and my next post will be loaded with info and myth busters on them and the post after that will be on witches and wiccans. Im in the wiccan religion so that one will definetly a worth waiting for kinda thing so....I SHALL RETURN. Right now, Im gonna go snuggle up with my stuffed Pokemon and visit sleepy bye bye land for a couple of hours but I SHALL RETURN...I said that already huh? Oh wellz, once more just for the heck of it. I SHALL RETURN! There, Im done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-3122601661258921642?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/3122601661258921642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=3122601661258921642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3122601661258921642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3122601661258921642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/12/vampires-and-werewolves-and-witches-oh.html' title='Vampires and Werewolves and Witches! Oh my!'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-7491740902699782594</id><published>2008-12-06T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:13:25.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apologies</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! Hows it going, hows it been? Hopefully all is well. Okay so this is my apology post to all my last year supporters. You guys are probably a little disappointed with my lack of post this year and though Im not a people pleaser Im really gonna try to work on it cuz its kinda making me a bit sad too. What Im asking you lovely peoples to do is send me any topic that you want to hear me rant about. I mean, ANYTHING. Nothing here will be uncensored...I dont really mean that, Ive just always wanted to say that.....So yeah, if youre an AIMer, IM me your topic or you probably have an email so email me. The contact info is below so...you know what to do~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM: christinablina&lt;br /&gt;Email: &lt;a href="mailto:sjones188@yahoo.com"&gt;sjones188@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number: Ha ha, Im lying. Im not putting my number here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-7491740902699782594?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/7491740902699782594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=7491740902699782594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7491740902699782594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7491740902699782594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-apologies.html' title='My Apologies'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-5400488904605333512</id><published>2008-11-26T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:41:11.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Comes In Like A Thief In The Night? DEATH!</title><content type='html'>You know what Im into?? Im really big on songs with meaning especially ones where the meaning of the song is kind of hidden so you have to listen to it over and over to get what its about. Well I just listened to this song called "The Thief In The Night" and its a pretty real song. It makes you think, it makes you wonder. Guess what it makes you think about? Death. Sounds like a sweet song doesnt it? Its not really about death and like hell and stuff, its not a heavy metal song neither. It kinda sounds like a song Tupac would be into for real. If you read the lyrics (&lt;a href="http://www.lyricstime.com/aceyalone-the-thief-in-the-night-lyrics.html"&gt;click hear&lt;/a&gt;) and/or listen to the song (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vT4k7D2zEXs"&gt;click hear&lt;/a&gt;) when you get around to the 3rd verse, if youre really listening the song starts to hit you hard. I finished listening to it and just started thinking, wow no one really appreciates life like they should. In the song Aceyalone says that theres three stages in life, die dying and dead. I agree with that beyond mere agreement, Were young and we know we're all gonna die, we get older and we start to realize that we're dying and then before we know it, dead. Thats it. So easy, so quickly. You wait for it but it comes so fast you dont even see it and then there, dead. Like a thief in the night. What a way to use that sentence huh? Death comes like a thief in the night. Doesnt make much sense til you really think about it. Many people are afraid of death but what are they &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;afraid of, death or what happens after death? What happens after death? Way too many answers to that question for me to get into, it really depends on your religion, spirtual state and moral status. So far, the way Ive been brought up into christianity I believe that everybody goes somewhere when they die and that somewhere is based on what you were doing while you were alive. Heaven or hell. Now, that doesnt mean live your life in a box and give everything you have away so you can say "Oh, Ive been a good person so Im going to heaven". Im not gonna start preaching or anything but if you make a positive difference in the world, again not saying you have to find the cure to cancer but if you can do just a little something thatll change one or more persons life for the better you'll definetly go where you deserve. Im gonna end this post now because its getting kinda long and short and sweet is usually what I try to go for so...yeah, Im ending this post but not this topic. Follow up post coming soon so check back in...soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Overly Anxious Can't Just Wait&lt;br /&gt;To See When Death Is Gonna Pull You to Your Fate&lt;br /&gt;It's Inevitable There's no Escape&lt;br /&gt;There's no Mistake&lt;br /&gt;Every Time a Life Is Given It's Another One You Have to Take&lt;br /&gt;Then Your Electricity and And Your Energy's Released&lt;br /&gt;Born Into Another Soul After Your Physical's Deceased&lt;br /&gt;May You Forever Rest in Peace&lt;br /&gt;Although Your Current Is Concurrent There Is no Deturrent&lt;br /&gt;You Will Cease to Be no More&lt;br /&gt;The War Has Been Won&lt;br /&gt;The Warrior Is Rested and Your Duty Here Is Done&lt;br /&gt;Just When You Think You're Having Fun&lt;br /&gt;It'll Snatch You Up and Run&lt;br /&gt;For a Second You Appreciate the Sun&lt;br /&gt;For a Half a Second You Appreciate the Stars&lt;br /&gt;For a Half a Second You Reflect On Who You Are&lt;br /&gt;And What You Where&lt;br /&gt;And in a Flash It's All a Blur"&lt;br /&gt;-Aceyalone from "The Thief In The Night"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-5400488904605333512?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/5400488904605333512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=5400488904605333512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/5400488904605333512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/5400488904605333512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-comes-in-like-thief-in-night.html' title='What Comes In Like A Thief In The Night? DEATH!'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-6414339039074624703</id><published>2008-11-12T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:32:54.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMED Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>My friends think Im concieted but Im really not. Im just fully aware of how great I am. Like, seriously, Im awesome and I dont just mean my looks. Yeah, Im cute but I have so much more to offer. Well, I love my cuteness because people see how you look before they see what you have to offer so maybe I do rely on my looks a bit. I just might be a tad vain but today that all changed. I woke up this morning like I do every other day at 5 o' clock. Before I go to bed I always put the T.V. on Disney Channel so I can watch Lilo and Stich when I wake up. The radio was on too playing Trading Places by Usher, such a hot song. I was sitting in bed trying to decide if I should turn up the Lilo and Stich theme song or Trading Places. I decided to do neither and turned them both off. Then I got up and turned on the light. I felt like taking a bubble bath in the dark (dont ask why) so  I left the bathroom light off and set the tub faucets, the hot water running a little harder than the cold. I took of my Pokemon PJs and I saw the strangest reflection of my back in the mirror before the bathroom. I seemed to have grown wings overnight...only God could tell you what I did next. Well, I could tell you too but I dont want to. Maybe next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-6414339039074624703?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/6414339039074624703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=6414339039074624703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/6414339039074624703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/6414339039074624703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/11/transformed-pt-1.html' title='TRANSFORMED Pt. 1'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-8772031320150463563</id><published>2008-11-10T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:45:02.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Is Here (YES, WE DID!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/QUOMAG/929600~Change-Gandhi-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/QUOMAG/929600~Change-Gandhi-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(~Obama made this quote his own~)Change used to be just a word said to take up some space in someones speech. Change used to be just a word that was said to show that someone had a "plan". Change used to be something that we thought would come but "knew" would never happen. Well you know what, change has come. Tell me? Our last 43 presidents had something in common didn't they? You know what it was? NONE OF THEM WERE BLACK. NONE OF THEM WERE EVEN REMOTELY CLOSE TO BEING BLACK. Obama, our 44th president is. I dont care if they wanna say he's bi-racial, half white, half black, half cockerspaniel. HE IS A BLACK MAN no matter which was you wanna turn it and divide it and try to add all these physcological reasons why he cant be noted as "full black". Whatever. Before he won the election, he was sooo black but now after he won they wanna say "Americas first half black president" No. Just simply, Americas first black president. Not only has Obama brought change, he is change and thank God for him. If McCain would have been elected into office we might as well have just given Bush a 3rd term. When you really cut down the excess McCain and Bush are the same person with the same crappy plan to "save the country" I wanna know how the hell youre gonna save the country when you wana go to war with everyother country. Just line us all up against the wall and kill us execution style. Less money and less work. Arg...ANYWAY, if you couldnt tell Im REALLY GLAD Obama won. I might not have experienced what all the other presidents made the country like but Ive read enough books to come to the conclusion that the change we have now is gonna blow them all away and give us Americans something to be proud of. Land of the free and home of the brave, whos really proud to be an American now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-8772031320150463563?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/8772031320150463563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=8772031320150463563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/8772031320150463563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/8772031320150463563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-is-here-yes-we-did.html' title='Change Is Here (YES, WE DID!)'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-702328505166853717</id><published>2008-11-10T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:26:40.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Cant Say Oops After Getting Pregnant~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th01.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/102/5/3/Abortion_by_Amelee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px" alt="" src="http://th01.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/102/5/3/Abortion_by_Amelee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one is “pro-abortion,” but people do consider themselves either &lt;a href="http://www.naral.org/"&gt;pro-choice&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.nrlc.org/"&gt;pro-life&lt;/a&gt;. One side believes that when a woman becomes pregnant, it’s her right to decide if having an abortion is an option for her. The other side believes the action is clear, she should give birth to a child. No matter which side you stand on, the discovery of an unplanned pregnancy is a life-altering event. When two of my older cousins best friends became pregnant at the same time, their decisions changed their lives forever. (I did not recieve all the information I'm gonna tell you now from eavesdropping. Faith and Mia are acutally my friends too and they didnt mind me sharing this information with you now, so...yeah. Continue reading.)&lt;br /&gt;Faith was on birth control when she discovered that she was pregnant. Although she had been dating her boyfriend for close to two years, being only 19 years-old, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, let alone have a child with him. “I just started college, I’m just starting my life,” she sobbed over the phone to me, well to my cousin “I can’t even afford my phone bills each month, how am I supposed to afford a child?” Faith came to the conclusion that having a child at this stage in her life wasn’t right for her. A year later her relationship fizzled, and she moved out-of-state to attend grad school. While none of us ever speak of the abortion, Faith has since expressed joy about the freedom her life allows her, being able to create something of herself before she creates new life.&lt;br /&gt;Mia and Seth had been dating for close to five years when, just two weeks shy of her24th birthday, Mia found out she was pregnant. “I know that I want him to be the father of my child,” she confided in me, again, to my cousin really “but I don’t know that we’re ready for children. We’re still so young!” Although Mia was scared to tell Seth that she was pregnant, to her surprise he wasn’t upset. Both of them agreed that raising a child at their age, and on their limited income, would be a challenge, but that it was one they were ultimately excited about. They’re currently struggling to make ends meet, but both have expressed that they couldn’t be happier. Next month is their son’s second birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of these girls (woman, ladies) regret their decision. Both feel that their choice has helped shape their life for the better. It’s a choice that three million women make each year, resulting in different decisions. While it’s not for me to say who’s right or who’s wrong, I’m just gonna say that I believe everyone should have a right in what they do BUT again if you dont want to have children, you know what you have to do to prevent that. Its like if you dont want something warmed dont put it in the microwave. Its just that simple. People these days are really acting like they have no common sense whatsoever and the result of their not-so-smart decisions are affecting everyone. C'mon people, think before you do. Watch what you say, be careful what you wish for and you only reep what you sow. (YES, I did just put a whole bunch of sayings together but they all make sense and everyone should at least try to listen to them)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;That was a very random and out of no where post but its interesting isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-702328505166853717?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/702328505166853717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=702328505166853717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/702328505166853717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/702328505166853717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-cant-say-oops-after-getting.html' title='You Cant Say Oops After Getting Pregnant~'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-2902399634881473392</id><published>2008-10-26T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:10:33.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you smarter than an alligator?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/seed/upload/2007/02/test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://scienceblogs.com/seed/upload/2007/02/test.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! OMG! OMG! So, its 10:31 pm, I still have math homework to do, Im as tired as...well, Im REALLY tired. I took the New York Specialized High school Exam on Saturday and I kicked butt...the test kicked my butt really. The test was soooo flippin hard it was crazy. If I hadnt studied by myself and with my close friends I would have been a goner. I mean, that test could make the smartest straightest A student feel like a complete idiot. Maybe, it was jsut because I wasnt taught the stuff on the test yet why it felt so hard to me but whatever, that test was HARD and there were so many people there. You really could have gotten lost in the crowd. The sad thing is not even half of the kids that apply to the school they want to go to are gonna be accepted there. Poor children. Its so sad...tisk-tisk-tisk *shakes head from side to side* Such a shame...I on the other hand will be accepted to EVERY school and all the schools in New York City are gonna break out in a nuclear war over who gets me. HAHA! Im kidding, Im not really that conceited...not really...ANYWAY! Today, I took the Bard High School Early College test and it was grrrreeeeaaaattttt. Only 24 Math questions, grade 9 and 1 two page long essay that we had to write 2 essays about. Piece of pie. Unknown vioce:*whispers* Piece of cake. Yeah, yeah. Whatever, piece of cake. I know I aced those math questions and if youve read my blog, I can write.(Again, Im not conceited. Just proud.) So, yeah. Now Im just waiting for my call back for an interview at Bard and lets just hope for the best, si? Yeah, si. (Who says yeah, yes?)....Whatever, I can say whatever I want cuz Im a vampire but dont tell anybody. Its our little secret. Shhhh!!!! (Can you really yell, shhhh?) OMG! WHATEVER! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-2902399634881473392?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/2902399634881473392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=2902399634881473392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/2902399634881473392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/2902399634881473392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-smarter-than-alligator.html' title='Are you smarter than an alligator?'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-5226864398144412711</id><published>2008-10-18T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:27:43.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTY, POWER AND VAMPIRES. OH MY!</title><content type='html'>And so the lights are dim&lt;br /&gt;But she didnt need light to feel his fangs sinking into her skin&lt;br /&gt;It was a feeling of pleasure, A feeling of sin&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of strangely knowing this is how it begins&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;She wakes up thirsty, her eyes shot red&lt;br /&gt;She remembers the eerie absence of being in her own bed&lt;br /&gt;She tries to sit up but the world spins&lt;br /&gt;Fire shoots through her veins&lt;br /&gt;Everything becomes blurred&lt;br /&gt;Someone walks in "Whos there?"&lt;br /&gt;Her words are shaky and slurred&lt;br /&gt;He walks over, his golden eyes glistening and kisses her cheek&lt;br /&gt;Shes confused. She wants to be furious but feels so weak&lt;br /&gt;Once more she beings to speak..."Who are you? Why are you here?"&lt;br /&gt;He answers, "My child, I am the one whos made you great. Im the one that sealed your fate."&lt;br /&gt;"I dont understand. What do you want with me? Who are you? What are you?"&lt;br /&gt;He laughs "No my dear. The question is really, who are we?"&lt;br /&gt;He leans down and kisses her lips&lt;br /&gt;Then takes out a little blade and slits his wrists&lt;br /&gt;He brings them to her mouth and she automatcially sips&lt;br /&gt;"There, go on and drink. So beautiful, just so beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;He whispers into her ear, so soft and so true&lt;br /&gt;She tries to fight against herself but theres nothing she can do&lt;br /&gt;She knows what she is, she knows that shes his&lt;br /&gt;But this IS what she wanted, every since she was a kid&lt;br /&gt;To be part of the night walkers&lt;br /&gt;The dark stalkers, Blood markers&lt;br /&gt;And now she was&lt;br /&gt;He pulled his wrist away&lt;br /&gt;And wiped the blood from her mouth&lt;br /&gt;"We are vampires but blood is not all our life is about,&lt;br /&gt;it will take time for you to figure it all out but Im here to teach&lt;br /&gt;and love you. To watch and protect you. I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;and whenever you need me you wont even have to call, because&lt;br /&gt;I will already be there. Understood?"&lt;br /&gt;She started into his eys&lt;br /&gt;No, he just met me. He cant be telling the truth&lt;br /&gt;He kissed her once more and in that kiss was proof&lt;br /&gt;She looked across the room and stared into the glass&lt;br /&gt;There she did not see the same girl she saw in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;In the past&lt;br /&gt;She stared at the beautiful creature&lt;br /&gt;And then turned to her new teacher and&lt;br /&gt;In such simple words said, "Im scared"&lt;br /&gt;He asked "Of what?"&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "Myself"&lt;br /&gt;He told her, "Beauty and power is not something to be feared"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THAT MOST OF US ARE PROBABLY NOT VAMPIRES (I AM) BUT WE ALL STILL HOLD SUCH A BEAUTY THAT CANT EVEN BE SEEN AND A POWER THAT WOULD SCARE US IF WE KNEW WHAT WE WERE REALLY CAPABLE OF. OUR GOAL IN LIFE SHOULD BE TO TRY TO BRING OUT EVEN A LITTLE OF THAT BEAUTY AND POWER THAT WE HAVE. THE FIRST STEP OF ACHIEVING THAT IS TO JUST REALIZE THAT ITS THERE. YOU KNOW WHEN YOU GET REALLY ANGRY AND YOU JUST SAY SOME WORDS THAT YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW WERE CREATED AND DO SOMETHINGS THAT WOULD BE RATED R FOR VIOLENCE? WELL, THATS POWER BROUGHT OUT IN A MOSTLY NEGATIVE WAY. IF WE CAN CONVERT THAT ENERGY INTO SOMETHING USEFUL, WE COULD PROBABLY TAKE OVER THE WORLD. AT LEAST, THATS WHAT IM AIMING FOR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-5226864398144412711?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/5226864398144412711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=5226864398144412711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/5226864398144412711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/5226864398144412711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/10/beauty-power-and-vampires-oh-my.html' title='BEAUTY, POWER AND VAMPIRES. OH MY!'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-864115424405760915</id><published>2008-10-13T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:34:26.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Education</title><content type='html'>This whole damn system is corrupt&lt;br /&gt;Gettin bad grades and they tell us to keep it up&lt;br /&gt;Keep them down, Yeah. Thats whats up&lt;br /&gt;Put em in a crib and put some hennesey in a sippie cup&lt;br /&gt;Come on now kids, we can blame it all on whitey&lt;br /&gt;Hes the man that we all made mighty&lt;br /&gt;Gave him so much power and we take it so lightly&lt;br /&gt;And we really wonderin why we cant make it&lt;br /&gt;Teachers keepin us down and we sit there and take it&lt;br /&gt;Theres alot more than 2 plus 2 equals 4&lt;br /&gt;And gravity bein "Everythings pulled to the Earths core"&lt;br /&gt;Why wont they teach us about slavery?&lt;br /&gt;And how many peoples lives were taken daily?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz they scared that we'll learn about our past&lt;br /&gt;And go by them so fast, they wont see us pass&lt;br /&gt;And we're gonna sit back and laugh&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin how great it is that we made it this far&lt;br /&gt;And thinkin how soon we'll all be in cars&lt;br /&gt;Cars with the spider seats and suicide doors&lt;br /&gt;Instead becoming bums and &lt;em&gt;cute &lt;/em&gt;street whores&lt;br /&gt;I can be whatever I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;A hot college graduated rapper with a PHD&lt;br /&gt;Livin the sweet life, always a V.I.P&lt;br /&gt;At this very second, this is what Im feeling&lt;br /&gt;And in this very age this is what kids are dealing&lt;br /&gt;We all need to learn and represent&lt;br /&gt;And leavin those haters with emails to be resent&lt;br /&gt;Now maybe what these sentences say arent exactly said&lt;br /&gt;how they were supposed to be meant&lt;br /&gt;And maybe all the rules of proper structure have been bent&lt;br /&gt;But Im tellin you honestly, I DONT CARE&lt;br /&gt;Now Im gonna go back and do some serious thinking&lt;br /&gt;In my secret lair&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, yeah. Im crazy, Im insane&lt;br /&gt;But its ok, Im still gettin As...most of the time at least&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-864115424405760915?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/864115424405760915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=864115424405760915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/864115424405760915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/864115424405760915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/10/black-education.html' title='Black Education'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-2612137708645358292</id><published>2008-10-09T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:37:53.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime You Eat An Apple Think Of This Little Girl, She Might Have Picked It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.inmagine.com/168nwm/sassystock/unx204/u10968606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.inmagine.com/168nwm/sassystock/unx204/u10968606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://images.inmagine.com/168nwm/sassystock/unx204/u10968606.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.inmagine.com/little-girls-photos/sassystock-unx204&amp;amp;h=168&amp;amp;w=111&amp;amp;sz=7&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=4&amp;amp;usg=__v8uN3WvK6whYf6-Qdr1-sdgH6Yk=&amp;amp;tbnid=I6UFc2jpF5FYrM:&amp;amp;tbnh=99&amp;amp;tbnw=65&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlittle%2Bhispanic%2Bgirl%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, my name is Sasha. I work with mymy younger brother in a farm field a long way from my house. The little girl that lives across the street goes to a large school two blocks of our house. Sometimes when I am working I dream about putting on a blue skirt and white shirt like the girl wears and going to the store with my mother to buy books and pencils for me and Mikey. I cant stop working too long, because then I will be in big trobule. I hate working on the farm. I work for a long time everyday and at night my back hurts so much. I know Mickey hurts too because sometimes he cries and climbs into bed with me. I always tell him it will be alright but sometimes Im not sure. We get paid so little and work so hard, I dont know how it'll ever be ok. I often ask momma why me and Mickey have to work and she tells me so we can live. I dont understand but I pretend like I do because I think its makes momma happy. It would make me happy if me and Mickey didnt have to work so much but I love momma and papi so I try not to cry. I have a few friends that also work on the farm but I wish all of us could go to school so we can learn and play together. I hope my wish comes true. Momma tells me to pray but sometimes when I am praying I start ti cry and so does Micky so I stop. I pray now though that everything will work out soon. I hope someone will come and help us all. My name is Sasha and I work on a farm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-2612137708645358292?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/2612137708645358292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=2612137708645358292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/2612137708645358292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/2612137708645358292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/10/everytime-you-eat-apple-think-of-this.html' title='Everytime You Eat An Apple Think Of This Little Girl, She Might Have Picked It'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-5469896566658667719</id><published>2008-10-01T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:45:25.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="401" height="303" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c38347e96d7eb08" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c38347e96d7eb08%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330442720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D833380C6C5B2AA32F26616B03390F9B9BF515FEC.486E05DCF972A867FDB33A4C6ECA79F40C9CD813%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c38347e96d7eb08%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFWaEoUJY6imJX4wXl0YWDo1Y_4Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="401" height="303" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c38347e96d7eb08%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330442720%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D833380C6C5B2AA32F26616B03390F9B9BF515FEC.486E05DCF972A867FDB33A4C6ECA79F40C9CD813%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c38347e96d7eb08%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFWaEoUJY6imJX4wXl0YWDo1Y_4Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love Anime. I read it, I watch it, I draw it, I support it. One of my favorite Animes is Naruto. Awesome awesome show and this is my favorite couple on the show. Well, theyre not really a couple but I think they should be. Do some research on the show and youll see why Sasuke and Sakura ares so perfect for each other. This video will probably make you want to watch the show and you WILL become addicted so, you know, beware. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;(A note about the little subtitle that says "A Magicsabrin0 First" in the beginning title credits thing. Magicsabrin0 is my youtube account. I posted this video on youtube also, so feel free to look it up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yes, I did make this video. I hope you enjoy it~&lt;br /&gt;To see other pictures that Ive drawn and poems I have written visit my deviantart page &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brinabunny.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://brinabunny.deviantart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-5469896566658667719?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2c38347e96d7eb08&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/5469896566658667719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=5469896566658667719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/5469896566658667719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/5469896566658667719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/10/anime.html' title='ANIME!'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-2244543438974209897</id><published>2008-10-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:43:26.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post About Sexuality. "Dont be scared, Im straight!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vilnius-life.com/media/pics/gay-vilnius.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.vilnius-life.com/media/pics/gay-vilnius.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, I want to get straight to the point(-straight to the point- Ha. Pun not intended). Why is the worlds view of sexuality Homosexual Vs. Heterosexual? Why is it normal to be straight? Why are people offended by gay people? Why is it okay for girls to make out with each other but a man cant walk down the street holding another mans hand without being jumped and queerbashed? I dont really know the answers but this is what Ive realized. Heterosexual individuals tend to have divergent feelings about homosexuality when its involving people of their same gender versus the opposite gender. Whenever there are two women passionately kissing each other, seemingly for the attention of their male counterparts, at a bar or party, their actions tend to be met with the “woo-hoo’s” and deafening clapping of the excited straight men who are lucky enough to catch a glimpse. Essentially, girl-on-girl (often alcohol-induced) make out sessions are encouraged by straight men, which might explain why female bisexuality is now practically assumed these days. For a girl to be bisexual, it’s generally thought of as “hot,” considering many men obviously love it. And why wouldn’t they? It’s the best of both worlds to be able to watch the action and still have the prospect of being a part of it. According to Vanessa Burton of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/love/vanessa_60/67_love_secrets.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Askmen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, men are into two women together because a) they don’t have to waste energy getting involved but are turned on, b) women are soft, and c) it’s “every man’s fantasy.” Basically, men are turned on by the same sex ideas, but are comforted by the heterosexual side of the woman.&lt;br /&gt;And straight women are often reassured by the fact that these bi women can still talk to them about “boy problems” and are therefore able ignore the homosexual actions if they chose to do so. Perhaps that’s why female bisexuality is assumed to be more prevalent. In a recent survey from the Center for Disease Control, 11. 5 percent of women ages 18 to 44, said that had a least one sexual encounter with another woman, as reported by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9358339/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MSNBC.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. “Researchers say it’s unclear whether the figure for men was lower because they’re are more likely to avoid same-sex experiences or whether they’re not reporting them,” the article asserted, which cited that only 6.2 percent of men in the same age bracket in the CDC study had same-sex experiences. Whether or not more bisexual females as opposed to males exist is still blurred by the fact that more people accept it and therefore, bi women might be more open about their orientation than bi men, who aren’t exactly welcomed with the open arms of society. “There’s a certain higher level of discrimination (for men),” Kat Fowler, an art student at the University of Florida explained to MSNBC. “It’s a lot easier for women to have these kinds of experiences and be open about it because it’s more accepted.”&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, there is some inequality when it comes to the relationship between gender and sexual orientation and it all largely stems from the gender roles men and women have been struggling with for years now, whether we’re adhering to them or breaking them. But what we need to break out of is these assumptions in the first place—the assumptions of what it means to be a man or a woman, the assumptions that gay men all love shopping and that all gay women hate it. Besides, not all straight people are alike… so why would any other group of people who happen to share the same sexual orientation be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-2244543438974209897?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/2244543438974209897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=2244543438974209897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/2244543438974209897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/2244543438974209897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-about-sexuality-dont-be-scared-im.html' title='A Post About Sexuality. &quot;Dont be scared, Im straight!&quot;'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-4868837118042243767</id><published>2008-10-01T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:43:49.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you trust someone when theyre always telling lies?&lt;br /&gt;How do you trust someone when they always make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;How do you trust someone when they say theyll ride and die but this whole time going theyve been riding by?&lt;br /&gt;How do you trust someone when they make you do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;How do you trust someone who hasnt been faithful for so long?&lt;br /&gt;How can you trust someone thats made your life so hard?&lt;br /&gt;How can you love someone whos left your heart so torn and scarred?&lt;br /&gt;How can you love someone whos tresspassed and entered your life but turned around and locked you out?&lt;br /&gt;How can you love someone who doesnt understand what loves about?&lt;br /&gt;How can you love someone who tries to take control of your mind?&lt;br /&gt;How can you love someone that hurts you and doesnt mind?&lt;br /&gt;How can you love someone whos not of your kind but understands what its like to be abandoned and blind?&lt;br /&gt;How can you love someone who makes you cry rivers for Poseidon and stands there beside him watchin the waters risin and while youre standin and prayin, theyre sittin and playin almost as if youll be ok and chime in to the laughter when the question is what are they really after?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and regret&lt;br /&gt;Ready, go set&lt;br /&gt;You just took a misstep&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes, mis-takes&lt;br /&gt;Murders, he raped&lt;br /&gt;My heart, Its apart&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, restart&lt;br /&gt;Is love and trust the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;For both, your heart is what you bring&lt;br /&gt;Its always about a heart link&lt;br /&gt;Im still not sure, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-4868837118042243767?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/4868837118042243767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=4868837118042243767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/4868837118042243767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/4868837118042243767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-can-you.html' title='How can you?'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-7290239313702790425</id><published>2008-09-24T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:08:09.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Your Room Aint Nothin Compared To This</title><content type='html'>Another post, YAY! Okee, I usually do blogs that a pretty much a general message and sometimes my blogs have no point and are really nothing besides random ranting but this blog actually has a purpose and Im kinda directing this to the kids out there. Alrite, you know how we all -kids and teenagers alike- complain about the choirs we have to do like washing dishes, sweeping the kitchen, making the beds and stuff along those lines well theres kids in Africa, younger than the children that appear on Barney, mining and messing around with Mercury. Poor youngins dont even get to go to school and get a decent education. Everyday theyre forced to go work knowing that they wont be paid anything really that great but they go anyway and get whatever little they can to support their family. This is one of those situations that no matter what angle you look at it, its wrong. Now, someone could say "well at least they get paid. I make the beds everyday and dont get paid." Besides wanting to go back to sleep making the bed poses you no physical threat. Mercury on the other hand, does. Many children and people in general who are exposed to Mercury, exposure to even small amounts of mercury over a long period may cause negative health effects including damage to the brain, kidney, lungs, and a developing fetus. Brief contact with high levels of mercury can cause immediate health effects including loss of appetite, fatigue, insomnia, and changes in behavior or personality. Depending on the length or degree of exposure, additional symptoms such as nausea, abdominal cramps, diarrhea, eye irritation, weight loss, skin rashes, and muscle tremors may occur. That doesnt sound very pretty does it? If it does then youre sick. Now I can bet you a thousand dollars of my own money that you cant find ANYWHERE where it says that making your bed or cleaning your room causes any of those health defects. Well maybe you might get a rash amd catch an asthma attack if your room is dusty but thats your own fault for letting your room even get to that state isnt it? Yes, it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-7290239313702790425?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/7290239313702790425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=7290239313702790425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7290239313702790425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/7290239313702790425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/09/cleaning-your-room-aint-nothin-compared.html' title='Cleaning Your Room Aint Nothin Compared To This'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-1960407617088968942</id><published>2008-09-12T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:40:22.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you really stay friends after a bad breakup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(89,84,65);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know most of you are saying NO but…in reality its possible… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It all just deals with the type of person you are, how long the two of you were together for, the reason for the breakup, and of course (the biggie), how mad you are at the other person. For instance, if you’re a pretty mellow, laid-back person that just goes with the fl…ow, then the majority of the time you’ll be able to stay friends with your exes, as you probably already are and don’t even realize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the other hand, if you’re a person who hangs on to the past like clinging to a thin piece of thread over a endless black pit of doom, and you take your life entirely too seriously, then you most likely have your exes on a hit-list. My advice to these people is to stop taking life too seriously; it’s for your own good. It’ll help your stability, mood, outlook, and all in all, your all-around mental health. As far as the whole “how long the relationship lasted thing”, if you were together for a long period of time (such as about two years), then the both of you probably have really deep-seeded grudges against each other, mostly because there were feelings involved and the reason you broke up is really messed up. But if you were only together for a few months (short term), then you really weren’t together long enough for hardcore feelings to be involved. So, you’re able to get over the relationship a lot quicker than you would in other instances. And if there were feelings involved, then they weren’t hardcore feelings or you had a really good relationship that was mainly on a friendship level besides for the reason you broke up. That’s good because, in all reality, a good partner is not only your partner, but your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The reason for the break up plays a major role in the whole thing, of course. If it was something such as too much fighting or just a lack of feelings, you might still find yourself as friends later on down the line. Of course, you’re going to avoid each other for a while but, later on down the line, you will find yourselves as friends. The same thing generally goes for the relationships that ended because of one incident (if the relationship was good all except for one bad phone call or something along those lines–the two of you will find yourselves as really good friends later on down the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As for the relationships that ended because the other person backstabbed you and betrayed your trust in every way possible, there is almost no chance of a friendship. Okay, let me rephrase that, there is NO-POSSIBLE-CHANCE of ever having friendship. (or maybe there is…)So, for all you people who are waiting for that one ex to give in and be your friend, you might as well give it up because it’s not happening. Another thing that plays a major role is, of course, how deep your anger is for the other person. If you expected it all to happen, then you probably aren’t that angry. If you didn’t really have feelings for the person then your anger is on a very low content level. If you were naive and thought it would never happen to you, then you most likely sit in your room and picture their head mounted on your wall like a trophy. For the relationships that actually do break up on mutual terms (which very rarely happens) you most likely had a friendship beforehand and realized that everything was better that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Honestly, if you were friends with someone before and then decided to be a couple, you should’ve talked about the possibilities of what would happen after you broke up. If you and this persons loved each other in the beginning of time as friends, there really should be no problem befriending each other all over again. Main points, try to be friends with someone before you try getting involved into anything else AND if you were friends before and there was a break-up, be the bigger person and talk to this person about returning to your original state of friendship. I think friends rule over lovers, so don’t ever let the whole attraction phase get in the way of what could and was something greater than anything…friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I’ll always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; ^you….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[I was watching the Muary show and Dr.Phil all vacation. Thats how i got the whole Friends Vs. Lovers thing. Oh and the thing with going out with your friends ex…..thats gonna be a fun topic but I dont wanna write about it yet….I need some ideas ^_^]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 1.3em"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial" height="240" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/424246073_4b0efd5c9f_m.jpg" width="230" /&gt; (These are the strongest words in Man’s vocabulary. Use them sparingly….)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-1960407617088968942?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/1960407617088968942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=1960407617088968942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/1960407617088968942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/1960407617088968942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-you-really-stay-friends-after-bad.html' title='Can you really stay friends after a bad breakup?'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/424246073_4b0efd5c9f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-3599899952377225988</id><published>2008-09-12T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:40:59.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(89,84,65); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;Things seem so far ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(89,84,65); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20pxfont-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;You try to undo what you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(89,84,65); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20pxfont-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;You’d reach high but its to far to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(89,84,65); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20pxfont-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;You go to your limits, your own mountain summit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(89,84,65); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20pxfont-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;What you must overcome all the things you left undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(89,84,65); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20pxfont-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;That one person on which you depend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(89,84,65); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20pxfont-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;The darkness is now your only friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(89,84,65); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20pxfont-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;You reach higher and put the sun away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(89,84,65); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20pxfont-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;Keeping it in your pocket for a rainy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="sunset.jpg" src="webkit-fake-url://55C52130-F82A-4415-A28D-879218F9E73C/sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-3599899952377225988?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/3599899952377225988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=3599899952377225988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3599899952377225988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/3599899952377225988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-8621222076623801230</id><published>2008-09-08T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:11:30.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!? You have a talent???? No way! Me too!</title><content type='html'>Some people are gymnast,  some people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;composers&lt;/span&gt;, some people are artist but even if youre none of those things you probably still have a really unique talent. Im not God or anything but I know for sure that you have a talent. EVERYBODY has a talent. I swear, when youre born theres a little piece of paper that the doctors give your parents saying a guaranteed refund if you dont have a talent. All right, fine. Thats a lie. Well, who knows? It could be true. I dont know but whatever. Anyway, main point. Everyone has a talent. Yeah, I have a talent too. Not to toot my own horn or anything but I have a few. One of them is drawing (&lt;a href="http://brinabunny.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://brinabunny.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;) Well, I wont even say talent. I'll just say its something I can do well. Some other stuff I can do is...wait, no nevermind. My TALENTS are gymnastics, writing (BLOG! HA!), drawing and...some other weird stuff. Weird stuff as in unwrapping starburst with my tongue and turning stones into weapons. You know, just stuff along those lines. I'll try to do a videotape of my gymnastics "skills" later on. Gotta go stretch and stuff so I"ll be back later with that video.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    Still trying to obtain some sort of sanity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                Sabrina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-8621222076623801230?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/8621222076623801230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=8621222076623801230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/8621222076623801230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/8621222076623801230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-you-have-talent-no-way-me-too.html' title='What?!? You have a talent???? No way! Me too!'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641259750345290518.post-430751428844672337</id><published>2008-09-05T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:45:06.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Blogger! Nice to meet you.</title><content type='html'>HEY EVERYONE!!! As you probably see Im on a new site! Blogger! Edublogs doesnt seem to like me anymore and wont let me log on so I moved out. You can still read my olds blogs on www.sjones188.learnerblogs.org but to get the newer updated stuff come and visit me here. You know what, to make it easier for you (my loyal fans that I love so dearly) Im gonna copy and past all -well most...the best and the fav ones- of my older blogs so you can get it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all here on "Sabrina Exclusive ~Still 188s best blog"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Yeah, so thanks for the support and all that nice junk and I'll write some more stuff later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           Trying to remain sane,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                       Sabrina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641259750345290518-430751428844672337?l=sjones188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/feeds/430751428844672337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5641259750345290518&amp;postID=430751428844672337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/430751428844672337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641259750345290518/posts/default/430751428844672337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones188.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-blogger-nice-to-meet-you.html' title='Hey Blogger! Nice to meet you.'/><author><name>[*~Sabrina~*]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13282909009328557118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B56fxJV8D2I/Sp5QEQztsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NX8SGlPrcs/S220/FAKE!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
