<?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-9107152511656375137</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:48:48.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letit golb adnama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107152511656375137.post-3769345475359535789</id><published>2009-05-10T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:18:15.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy i love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2cmwubp.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107152511656375137-3769345475359535789?l=thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/3769345475359535789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107152511656375137&amp;postID=3769345475359535789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/3769345475359535789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/3769345475359535789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/2009/05/boy-i-love.html' title='The boy i love'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2cmwubp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107152511656375137.post-8133582615667180687</id><published>2009-04-14T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:39:29.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luigi</title><content type='html'>Here's my pet iguana! My boyfriend Jeff gave him to me as an early birthday present, today is our thrid week having him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/opwlyt.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altough he is very skiddish around us now, it's going to take a while to get him to be used to us and trust us. He's just a baby now, but in a few years he's going to be as big as a small dog! I cannot wait ;) training him is going to be a long process, it might even be a few months until he starts to trust us. It is going to be a long process, but i believe it will be well worth it in the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107152511656375137-8133582615667180687?l=thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/8133582615667180687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107152511656375137&amp;postID=8133582615667180687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/8133582615667180687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/8133582615667180687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/2009/04/luigi.html' title='Luigi'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/opwlyt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107152511656375137.post-2840605906066121171</id><published>2009-03-08T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:20:38.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggie.</title><content type='html'>While i was watching tv, i came across a commercial about something called a snuggie.Me and Jeff always make fun of it (well...at least i do) but Jeff wanted one. and he was serious.soooo.. I got him one of these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/27zchl4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a blanket..but it has sleeves..it's like a robe..except it's backwards. It's totally strange. I suggest looking up the commercial on youtube. but i saw this at Boscovs when i went to a big ole mall with my buddies Olivia, Jewlie, and Jenna.When i gave Jeff the snuggie, he flipped out in excitement. He was pretty Happy with my gift i must say :) it's the least i could do seeing how he's getting me an IGUANA for my birthday. Did i mention i have a strange fetish for large reptiles? i mean iguanas get HUGE! they start out so small but in two years they become bigger then a small dog! i'm so excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/30axbph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom dress shopping. ugh. i havent tried on many dresses because to tell you the truth..I don't really care. I found a dress for about $400, but my father will be paying for it..or so he said, he overexaggerates alot and tells lies that get your hopes up. Hopefully he'll stick to what he says otherwise i'll have to find another dress. I'm pretty satisfied with how i look in it..hopefully it's not gone becuae Jocelyns(the dress place) doesn't take holds. WHICH SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/xnwac1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107152511656375137-2840605906066121171?l=thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/2840605906066121171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107152511656375137&amp;postID=2840605906066121171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/2840605906066121171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/2840605906066121171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/2009/03/snuggie.html' title='Snuggie.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/27zchl4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107152511656375137.post-8324527110558942975</id><published>2009-03-05T02:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:33:35.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been thinking alot lately about my afterschool life.I have no idea what i'm going to do in my future life. Where am i going to go?Who is going to go with me and who am i going to leave? I don't want to loose the great friends i have now. I'm scared that i'm going to loose the one's i love most. One of my best friends, Julie, wants to go far away to South Carolina which is over 12 hours away from my little town. I know my father won't let me apply to a college so far away in distance. My brother tried to apply and my father denied him.I would like to go because for one it's ALWAYS WARM THERE! but still, i'm not sure.My other best friend, Olivia, is probably going to get into some big fancy smart college that i cannot even apply to.She is so school smart and she has a beautiful gift of writing, and i have diddily squat. I have no idea where Jeff plans on going after ACC (a local community college only a few mintutes away from here) He has his band and his music to follow.I do not plan on going to ACC, I want to see new places. I'm tired of seeing the same old same old. This thought really scares me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to move away on my own that's for sure. I always felt more comfortable if i have someone by my side.I don't want to leave any of my friends. I do not want that to happen but I feel although it is going to. I don't want to be away from my best friends, loose contact with them.If we move far away from eachother then we will start to loose our friendship, it's already happened to me before when i moved away from my hometown, Westport. I barely even talk to the people who i used to be good friends with. I do not want this to happen again. I do not want to see pictures of my best friends having a great time without me being there. I do not want to feel replaced with other people, Which i'm afraid will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i shouldn't be feeling this worried now, i'm still only a junior. But this year is fast ending and i'm going to be a senior next year. I'm worried that next year will be horrible. Most of my closest friends are graduating this year, and I feel that Olivia will be accepted into the New visions. She will be leaving and i'll be stuck alone. I do not want this to happen. Why couldn't my parents have had me earlier? or in more reasonable matters, why couldn't i have tried harder in school? I'm scared. I want things to work out. I know i don't have answers now, and things will only unfold throughout time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107152511656375137-8324527110558942975?l=thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/8324527110558942975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107152511656375137&amp;postID=8324527110558942975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/8324527110558942975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/8324527110558942975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-been-thinking-alot-lately-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107152511656375137.post-9157445297502962866</id><published>2008-12-26T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:48:25.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people have dream houses, such as a 2 story home with a red roof,white shutters,and a big front yard with flowers and trees closed in by a white picket fence.but that's not me.My dream house consits of a windmill. i'd like to live inside a windmill in the middle of a grassy green feild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/5wyvr9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107152511656375137-9157445297502962866?l=thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/9157445297502962866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107152511656375137&amp;postID=9157445297502962866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/9157445297502962866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/9157445297502962866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-people-have-dream-houses-such-as-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/5wyvr9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107152511656375137.post-7864817688026607925</id><published>2008-09-03T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:31:00.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do incase Zombies attack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was the first day of school and i was not excited to wake up at 5AM to get ready.But today was all good(besides the smouldering HEAT..and i was wearing skinny jeans :( ) because no body actually gets anything accomplished on the first day. Boring boring day. But here's what the title has to do with this entry. so it's late in the day and I'm sitting in US history. I really really hate any subject having to do with world history. I mean, I'm just not interested (besides the holocaust because that's actually interesting..) The teacher is amazing though. He went on explaining the rules for his class and such going on and on. He asks how much time we have left in the period and looks at the clock realizing we have about 10 minutes left until the final bell rings. "OK good i have enough time.." he says. "Now class, We all know this can happen at any moment so i always come prepared.I'm going to teach you how to Kill a zombie for when the zombies attack." and he was pretty darn serious too lol! He's in charge of the golf team so he has all the golf supplies in the back of his room. He was showing us where to hit a zombie (right in the head) and how not to get it stuck when you strike them. He even had a whole escape plan all set! He was selecting volunteers() to get buses around and come save us. He was going on and on about how zombies are retarded and  how you can always outrun them unlike in the movies, also how you need to think of yourself first in a zombie attack. I can't wait to take that class :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ALSO! my&lt;strong&gt; FAVOURITE&lt;/strong&gt; band kings of Leon is coming out with a  New CD this September! ahh I'm super excited! i can't waiiiit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/zwc9wj.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107152511656375137-7864817688026607925?l=thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/7864817688026607925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107152511656375137&amp;postID=7864817688026607925' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/7864817688026607925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/7864817688026607925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-to-do-incase-zombies-attack.html' title='What to do incase Zombies attack.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/zwc9wj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107152511656375137.post-7559162338604432745</id><published>2008-08-29T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:25:11.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/10dtwjt.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished it today! and poor jacob at the end :( ohh i can't wait to finally start breaking dawn! i heard it's really intense .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and might i add that i wish i was bella...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107152511656375137-7559162338604432745?l=thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/7559162338604432745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107152511656375137&amp;postID=7559162338604432745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/7559162338604432745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/7559162338604432745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-more-to-go.html' title='1 more to go!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/10dtwjt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107152511656375137.post-9073558534445465822</id><published>2008-08-20T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:38:57.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than 2 weeks.</title><content type='html'>Hung out with Olive today.Had fun like every other time we've hung out. She found some healthy kittens in the back of her dad's truck.so cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/5weed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wore a hoodie today and yesterday &gt;:( THIS SHOULDN"T HAPPEN SURING SUMMER! damn it's getting cold out and plus the sun is going down earlier. less than 2 weeks of summer vaction left.I'm not ready to socialize with alot of people in a building meant for learning yet! :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SUPERSUPERFANTASTICAWESOMENEWS!&lt;br /&gt;i finally got the new the academy is.. cd yesterday! i love it, altough i do however like Santi much much better( for you who don't know it's their 2nd album) well besides all that i got a commentfrom my friend Jenna saying that the academy is..is playing in albany!! AHHH!! i'm so excited!! XD!!! last time they played around here i wasn't able to make their show and i was devastated. but now Jenna is 18 and has her own car and guess whos going?! AHHH! maybe i'll finally get to meet sisky &lt;333 :D and the rest of them :D:D:D:D:D!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107152511656375137-9073558534445465822?l=thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/9073558534445465822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107152511656375137&amp;postID=9073558534445465822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/9073558534445465822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/9073558534445465822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/2008/08/less-than-2-weeks.html' title='Less than 2 weeks.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/5weed2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107152511656375137.post-5852897651501205367</id><published>2008-08-17T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:19:10.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is upside down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahh so much has happened during these past few days.Now that my family all went out to take a walk i finally have time to be on the computer :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- i gave my sister a little bit of a haircut. she likes it so i'm happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/11s2el3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-On Thursday around 10PM i got a call from my friend jenna ( who also goes by the name of vajenna,jennatalia, hxc gina, or gina hah interesting way how she got all those names..) asking me if i wanted to go to cody's bonfire with her. Olive and shayla were also invited along. Now i normally think bonfires are as boring as hell. i mean you never really do anything around them, besides like talk..and sit..and occasionally roast marshmellows.and maybe you're lucky enough to pretend to be cold and snuggle with someone.But otherwise BORING!! but i decided to go along anyway because 1.it was a chance to do something new and all i was doing that night was downloading song off of frostwire, 2. I like cody and never get a chance to tlak to him or any of his friends..and i do wish to become friends with them..they're all so cool haha :P, and 3. I can't pass up a offering of chillen with Jenna. so i went anyway. We later picked up shayla and then we were on our way there. We sat by the fire blah blah boring. then we went around front and waited by jenna's super awesome car for olive to arrive. Shayla was telling me about someone who think's i'm cute :) who's not like a freak or anything, which is a total plus. Olive finally came after being held up at work. I wanted to go back by the fire while the guys played basketball because i was cold. but shayla said i couldn't because i had to play a certain 'game' in which i had no idea what she was talking about. jenna had to leave early because her mom wanted her home so she dropped off all of us. on the way home shayla finally explained the game to me and said i had to try to get 'dating points' or something. i guess i understand..?&lt;/span&gt; ...maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;later that night me and olive got home around one. we couldn't sleep so we ordered hard candy on demand. I liked that movie but what really kinda creeped me out is that our photograph teacher looks just like the pedophile in the movie ( and in the movie the pedophile IS a photographer) haha creepy..we still couldn't sleep after that movie so we just had one of our famous amanda and olvie conversation. talking about how what we want to be in life,love lives,how we hate where we live, and how we can improve things. i'm really glad i have someone who has so much in common with me. I find myself very lucky to have a best friend like her. we were supposed to go to walmart at 5AM becasue my mom tells me that all the creeps who shop at walmart are still sleeping. which is true. well she never took us so we slept in until about 11. i woke up before olive and continued to clear out my room. she left. came back. took me to walmart. she ate paneras. dropped me off. i continued to clean. she picked me up again. went ot photography course. then she left again to go to a party in which i could not attend to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-My german relatives came over! only my oma and opa (german for grandma and grandpa) came over this time around. but it's all good. they arrived around 1AMish but i was already asleep so i didn't see them until the next morning. but the next morning i had a BUNCH of german chocolate and gummie for breakfast mmm :) theres even this chocolate made with chili peppers and it's so goooood.Everybody is speaking german nad i have no idea what they are saying!! oh oh next year my parents are thinking aboout sending me to germany next summer vaction! i really hope it happens but i'm not getting my hopes up. I cleared out my room and moved all my stuff downstairs to my new tiny room. god i miss my old room so much :( and it's only been like a day. I feel like my room is where i can get away from everybody. Well i guess i can do the same to my new room..but it's just not the same :( :( :( and through all this cleaning i think i threw out a good 10 bags full of garbage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PHOTOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my old room now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2qwd4px.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2iiwx04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2r6334o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2iiwx04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2r6334o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/6iemn9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and here's the new room i'll be staying in for 1 month. &gt;:( well atleast i fixed it the way i wanted it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/ezhp2p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/iycvm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/fypufo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- i went to the great escape with Olive, shayla and Julie. It was alot of fun. It was wicked crowded and we only went on..6 rides all together. We were supposed to get free food with the tickets but there were these stupid girls around the age of 15 who didn't even know what they were doing. so we ended up not getting free food. But julie works there so she gets a discount. They all had french fries but nothing looked good appitizing for me so i just didn't eat anything.They all tried to feed me frenchfries but i didn't give in haha &gt;:) . there was this part where we saw diving pirates. we all got wet and olive tried to dash out so her new camera wouldn't get wet. my cellphone was in my back pocket and it got soaked. when we were trying to leave the pirates kept dumping buckets of water on us. so we were damp for the rest of the day. we went on a balloon ride about 5 times in a row. we all were talking in english accents saying " could we have another go?" " bloody wankers!" "Cheerio!" me and julie got these killer lobster sunglasses. we went on the despardo plunge and got pictures afterwards. the stupid lady cut my head off in the picture and wouldn't fix it. So i pretty much paid $5 for a keychain with my head cut off.it was getting late and we were all getting tired and i was getting hungry. so we all left afterwards. I really love hanging out with those guys. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-drawing wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well here's a picture i'm probley never going to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/6tcqvr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think i've shown this picture to about 6 six people and got the same reaction. "IS THAT BOY NAKED?!" uhh yeah? jeesh. this is why i don't show my pictures to many people.Sometimes people just don't understand. haha wow don't i sound like a typical artist :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherrio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107152511656375137-5852897651501205367?l=thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/5852897651501205367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107152511656375137&amp;postID=5852897651501205367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/5852897651501205367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/5852897651501205367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-is-upside-down.html' title='The world is upside down.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/11s2el3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107152511656375137.post-7105740361175499982</id><published>2008-08-11T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:32:11.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping with Giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well i finally finished my room. Now i finally have time to draw more. : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2eds6xd.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i sure know how to spend my weekends.On saturday iu'm pretty sure i did nothing but hang out with myself.But on Sunday i started redoing my room upstairs, and i had a horrible headache the whole time. It was unbearable. I decided to take a shower because normally showers help my headaches out. I was in there for a good thirty mintutes with still the same pounding headache. I decided that this shower wasn't helping at all so i got out. As i was walking back to my room i started to feel dizzy and my stomach started heaving over and over. i fianlly rushed to the toliet just in time. i couldn't stop vomiting and there was nothing in my stomach because i hadn't eaten anything. I really hate puking. espically in toliets when i know what goes in toliets normally. It just makes me feel more sick.I fell asleep on my bed shortly afterwards listening to jazz music.kinda weird but my mom popped in a cd for me and for some reason she chose..jazz. but i'm not complaining. i kinda like it. when i woke up it was around like 3:00 i'd say. my head was still pounding and i was in no mood to go to the art show that was going on in downtown glens falls. I tried to get my mind off of thinking about my headache so i doodled a little bit and this is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2dhxzbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so bad i suppose. but I still need to finish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107152511656375137-7105740361175499982?l=thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/7105740361175499982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107152511656375137&amp;postID=7105740361175499982' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/7105740361175499982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/7105740361175499982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleeping-with-giants.html' title='Sleeping with Giants'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2eds6xd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107152511656375137.post-8528073500338422461</id><published>2008-08-06T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:36:08.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's on it's way.</title><content type='html'>Its official. School is on it's way.I got my schedule today.To me it's just so damn depressing on how they send these things in the mail while there is still a good chuck of summer left to go.It makes me feel as if school is next WEEK or something.It's bringing back the memories of waking up at the break of dawn,going to a building and staying there for 6 hours, having to see people you don't even want to see,having to have to concentrate on whats going on in each class, studying for tests everyweek (not to mention that i STILL have to go back and re-take all those regents that i failed)having deadlines,and going home for a certain amount of time and worrying about when you're going to start/finish your homework, and then going to bed much earlier because you have the same routine in the morning. I like being carefree, waking up at 11 everyday, and just doing whatever the hell you want with whomever you want to..Just not having a care. Now i feel like summer is pratically over now that there is only 26 days left. And also soccer is starting up again, around the 20th i think?Ihave a feeling it's not going to be as good this year as it was last year.A good handful of people that are my friends are not going to be on the team this year. Binky,and Shayla(who graduated this year) and Julie( who just doesn't want to play) plus theres going to be a bunch of new rookies who are in like..8th grade. meh. I'm really hoping that this school year will be much better. /rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few days untill my relatives from Germany come up to visit! I have to give up my nice big room and transfer down to the cold basement. But it's not like our basement is like dusty and moldy and used for storage. We fixed it up so it looks quite alright now a days. Theres a spare room at the end of our stairway which i'll be staying. it's so small compared to my normal room. I can only fit a little kid bed, a dresser and MAYBE my desk. Maybe staying in this little room will make me appreciate my original room better. But anyway, When my relatives come up we're going to go to Scroon Lake for a few days at this camp (which is actually my mom's boss's spare house and they're letting us stay there. They're so nice!)I'm not sure if i want to bring anybody along with me, it'd be a chance just to get away.Plus hopefully i can get alot more reading done. I havent been getting as much reading done as last year. (Last year i was in summer school for math and i had to wait 2 hours for my ride home) ahh i get too off topic, plus also along with reading i can take some pretty nice photos for my photography class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap gotta stop here, getting yelled at for not clearing out my room!&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107152511656375137-8528073500338422461?l=thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/8528073500338422461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107152511656375137&amp;postID=8528073500338422461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/8528073500338422461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/8528073500338422461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-on-its-way.html' title='It&apos;s on it&apos;s way.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107152511656375137.post-7457827956572619640</id><published>2008-07-24T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:51:32.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh summer days</title><content type='html'>oh summer days how i love you, how i love sleeping in until the afternoon, how i love how i never know what the day is, how I love the warmness, how i love that there is no snow whatsoever,how i love laying in the green grass watching the clouds form, how i love only seeing my true friends whenever i want during anytime of the day, how i love not seeing people i do not like in a place i do not like going to, how i love that there is no school, how i love having more pleasent dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9107152511656375137-7457827956572619640?l=thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/feeds/7457827956572619640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9107152511656375137&amp;postID=7457827956572619640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/7457827956572619640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9107152511656375137/posts/default/7457827956572619640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thislineisst00pid.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-summer-days.html' title='Oh summer days'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886530008577358976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PglRCYE7pwY/S94RKmbIVUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dd7CF3I5CDs/S220/boredumb+011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
