<?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-5217872651002687567</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:56:31.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is no Secret</title><subtitle type='html'>I want to listen to you. Try to listen to me too.
[o-o]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-3105956717787015415</id><published>2009-09-22T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:20:22.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, Blah, Blah: Response #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The conversations we do sometimes have with peers can be seen as pointless and superficial. It is very often that one would ask a question out of politeness without meaning or actually caring about the questioned asked. On many occasions I have asked how a person was with out really paying any attention to the response while going about my business shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kessler is extremely honest and casual about her feelings toward the conversations that transpire between her and her peers. It is not too critical to say the conversation we sometimes have do not contain any meaning. Kessler uses the words “trite” and “gratuitous” to make a point. In this situation and for her essay these word choices prove to be very appropriate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-3105956717787015415?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/3105956717787015415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=3105956717787015415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3105956717787015415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3105956717787015415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/09/blah-blah-blah-response-2.html' title='Blah, Blah, Blah: Response #2'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-518030873884772474</id><published>2009-08-14T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:13:51.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Monsters</title><content type='html'>It would most definitly please me to say that I have never been jelause  of anything. Unfortunetly if I did attempt to admit to that lie my nose would be as long as the Gunderson Pool and there would be a birds nest at the end of it. Of course that is a total exageration. I truthfully can say that I don't get jealous very often. I can also say that it is mainly over two things: one being food and two being radiant hapiness. I'm not a depressed person in the least, but after having a week or two of okay days the idea of an infintily climatic day can easily seap into ones state of mind. I don't lust over other peoples' lives. I lust over the perfect idea of my own. One person's cup of tea can be another poison right? It's what I believe and the reason I don't just follow people around trying to be them. That is getting off the subject though so we can forget about that for now. Basically I just wanted to get these thoughts out of my head and onto something else. The memory of my pc can hold these thoughts for me until I have a plan. I really would just love to have more phenomal days, but I am greatful for the ones I have already had and the people that helped me make them. Those are the memories I want to keep close to my heart and mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-518030873884772474?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/518030873884772474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=518030873884772474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/518030873884772474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/518030873884772474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/08/green-monsters.html' title='Green Monsters'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-8347644187287747509</id><published>2009-06-22T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:19:57.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think it's Kind of Funny...</title><content type='html'>I think it's kind of funny how the moment we reach that perfect moment of relaxation is the same moment that we feel completely bored out of our skulls. Or maybe its just me, but humans tend to want what they don't have. While having that relaxation time to yourself you are leaving out all those fun times to be had with other. I suppose it is all about balance though. Maybe one day I will have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-8347644187287747509?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/8347644187287747509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=8347644187287747509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8347644187287747509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8347644187287747509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-its-kind-of-funny.html' title='I Think it&apos;s Kind of Funny...'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-4779667640737814969</id><published>2009-04-26T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:19:26.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SfVAHVzmnyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nPMEbdb3Z_Y/s1600-h/pigflu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SfVAHVzmnyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nPMEbdb3Z_Y/s200/pigflu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329236228919697186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effects the media has on people is amazing. The reason that sparked this thought was the many pictures of people wearing those face mask respirating things. Anyway so I have be seeing pictures like that every day when I go to My Yahoo homepage and under the picture the subtitle will say something like "is swine flu the big one?" Hearing all the hype, I decided to google swine and found that it probably won't end up being the "big one." Who knows though I guess, but unless you are living anywhere near pigs you are quite safe. And if you are like me and are thinking "what about food can you catch from that?" The answer is no apparently if you are eating properly cooked pork you will not catch and if you do that means you food was cooked incorrectly and you might be at risk so something even more serious like salmonella(I don't really know if that is more serious). Bird flu seemed much worse because it is much harder to stay away from pigeons and seagulls then a pig farm. Unless you work them I guess. Anyway this blog is starting to go off track so this shall be the last sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-4779667640737814969?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/4779667640737814969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=4779667640737814969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4779667640737814969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4779667640737814969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine-flu.html' title='Swine Flu'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SfVAHVzmnyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nPMEbdb3Z_Y/s72-c/pigflu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-4044573265671792598</id><published>2009-04-22T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:52:07.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CST's Can Suspend Time</title><content type='html'>Sometimes good things come from these test too like this poem. I really liked it and would agree that these are some decent rules to live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If by Rudyard Kipling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you &lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; &lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, &lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too; &lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, &lt;br /&gt;Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, &lt;br /&gt;Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, &lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; &lt;br /&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; &lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with triumph and disaster &lt;br /&gt;And treat those two imposters just the same; &lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken &lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, &lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, &lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings &lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, &lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings &lt;br /&gt;And never breath a word about your loss; &lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew &lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone, &lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you &lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, &lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; &lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; &lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much; &lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute &lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - &lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, &lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-4044573265671792598?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/4044573265671792598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=4044573265671792598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4044573265671792598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4044573265671792598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/04/csts-can-suspend-time.html' title='CST&apos;s Can Suspend Time'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-2998049450070719050</id><published>2009-03-30T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:33:22.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obession</title><content type='html'>I know a person that we will name A that is completely crazy. Yeah sure I love A, but I always want to kick A in the shin as well. Any way A is driving me crazy and needs to get over themselves and needs to stop building their confidents on failed attempts to put people down. Well you sucks for you A because you don't effect me and you only effect those that pity you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-2998049450070719050?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/2998049450070719050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=2998049450070719050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/2998049450070719050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/2998049450070719050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/03/obession.html' title='Obession'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-826301658894009142</id><published>2009-03-28T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:23:35.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>So I really did do it like I went behind my dusty tv and unplugged that too. Yay me. It gave me a chance to do some major thinking I might do that once a week now. Hopefully I will follow through with that, but until then I will just continue on with my night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-826301658894009142?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/826301658894009142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=826301658894009142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/826301658894009142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/826301658894009142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-earth-hour.html' title='Post Earth Hour'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-5297038531076475327</id><published>2009-03-28T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:59:28.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex in the City: The Movie</title><content type='html'>It was an inspirational movie and a borderline porno. I didn't like all of it and I have never seen the show but the friendships that they made me happy. Right after seeing the movie I put on some heels(even though i have blisters), tried on my favorite dress and plotted what would be the best girls night out. &lt;br /&gt;Since that will not be happening tonight I am going to watch The Wedding Date for the 6th or 7th time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I plan on trying to participate in Earth Hour so hopefully I will be able to turn this off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-5297038531076475327?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/5297038531076475327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=5297038531076475327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5297038531076475327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5297038531076475327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/03/sex-in-city-movie.html' title='Sex in the City: The Movie'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-938785099337591804</id><published>2009-03-20T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:04:18.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Sure</title><content type='html'>I am mostly sure that my classes will include: AP Lang, AP US History, Algebra w/ Trig, Physics, Digital Photography and Drama (as a techie). The only thing I have to think about is Leadership and wether or not i am willing to sell my sou to thatl again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I am sure about is my poem for the poetry slam that goes a little like this (it might be tweaked though)&lt;br /&gt;What is a word that goes un-responded?&lt;br /&gt;Unheard by any ear nor read by any eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Is it destined to float and never be understood or thought of.&lt;br /&gt;Those words will always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Anxious and ready to tell you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...hopefully&lt;br /&gt;Yet doubtfully &lt;br /&gt;My every thought and feeling will pour out into&lt;br /&gt;Every crevasse and plane of your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that day my doors will be shut&lt;br /&gt;The keys lost&lt;br /&gt;And my mind swimming in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now my words can accept their fate&lt;br /&gt;And will continue to waiting&lt;br /&gt;For their happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-938785099337591804?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/938785099337591804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=938785099337591804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/938785099337591804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/938785099337591804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/03/mostly-sure.html' title='Mostly Sure'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-4651788602463196112</id><published>2009-03-18T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:27:44.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>Okay so this week I guess we will be choosing our classes and I am on the fence on a lot of things. I am still thinking about the AP Lang class. I think I want to do it though so I can improve my writing because personally I think it could use some work. I ramble in my every day kind of talk and it comes through in my writing as well (unfortunately). Then there is the decision concerning AP Bio because my original plan was to take than for my science course after taking physics this summer at Evergreen community college along with a class in basic film photography. I think my parents think I could potentially become suicidal (there was a little incident before that had nothing to do with hurting myself by the way) so they are super weary about letting me take all APs. Oh well I just have to think it over a little bit more hopefully I will be happy with my final choices. I really don't want to make any choices that I would regret. In a way it doesn't really matter because I am not really planning on using any of this stuff later on well some of it like AP Lang and this it is always good to know about our past. AP Bio on the other hand is not very important in the world of photography unless I was trying to take a picture of some awesome reaction that used nitrogen. Maybe then, but hmph I really don't know. Sooner or later I will be faced to make a decision about my not far away future but for now finishing this blog and a few other assignments are my only current aspirations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-4651788602463196112?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/4651788602463196112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=4651788602463196112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4651788602463196112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4651788602463196112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/03/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-1095921370889404676</id><published>2009-03-02T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:19:15.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluttony is a Sin</title><content type='html'>Okay so whenever I get bored I surf the web normally to find good music but today I choose to mix it up and watch some &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Albino Black Sheep&lt;/span&gt; videos. There was this one about an apple which made me laugh and for some reason made me think of Nico(conut) which mad me crack  up even more. Okay but that is not what I was originally going to tell you. Originally I was going to say watch this video and how it represents some type of truth. When is to much? Should we stop while we are ahead? In this clip the answer to that is yes. Oh and you should watch this one too:(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTsoYpzYA4I) just because. It makes me crack up beyond what it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VngRJXrjXE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VngRJXrjXE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-1095921370889404676?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/1095921370889404676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=1095921370889404676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1095921370889404676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1095921370889404676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/03/gluttony-is-sin.html' title='Gluttony is a Sin'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-1381349369375593055</id><published>2009-03-02T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:20:53.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of a Moving Tree</title><content type='html'>The beauty of a moving tree is so immense that I cannot fully describe seeing on makes me feel. Especially when they are big and you can see the separate brushes of branches moving together in an awkward way that goes completely right because that is nature's will. If you do not feel the same way then I would suggest you look at one for around five minutes so you can. Even the maple blossoms that line the streets. On Sunday on my way back from church they petals were flowing in the wind like it was solid precipitation. So beautiful I wish I had a branch right now so I could shake all about my bed. That way when I take my nap they will come with me and follow my every movement like a restless and gorgeous shadow. Unfortunately though I do not have a branch and I wouldn't cut one off just to fulfill my fanciful dreams and without the branch I still have the need to sleep so avoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-1381349369375593055?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/1381349369375593055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=1381349369375593055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1381349369375593055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1381349369375593055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-of-moving-tree.html' title='The Beauty of a Moving Tree'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-3986688010990457717</id><published>2009-03-01T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:19:43.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Wish for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/Sasl-AxuRrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jrqXgGwus-U/s1600-h/Photo+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/Sasl-AxuRrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jrqXgGwus-U/s200/Photo+127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308378333076932274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/Sasl90C17nI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y3BGhNeiVL8/s1600-h/Photo+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/Sasl90C17nI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y3BGhNeiVL8/s200/Photo+126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308378329659076210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/Sasl9lnmaXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NGzDeItmDm0/s1600-h/Photo+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/Sasl9lnmaXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NGzDeItmDm0/s200/Photo+125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308378325786716530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like to turn my wants into wishes I don't believe that it will come true and maybe that is my problem, but my beliefs are beside the point here. Because right now I want to jump out of my one story window so I can play in the rain and mud. For now though I will continue to replay the events of last night, this morning, and the days to come. I have a lot of stuff that I need to be doing right now this technically being one of them. I am so worried about things that I have caused. I wish I could have a pause button that I could just  press for certain parts of my life. Kookookachoo, I am going to go do something a little more productive as in... planning for a potentially fun weekend or at least I am hoping that it will be like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-3986688010990457717?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/3986688010990457717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=3986688010990457717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3986688010990457717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3986688010990457717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-wish-for.html' title='What I Wish for'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/Sasl-AxuRrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jrqXgGwus-U/s72-c/Photo+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-7862705320423441984</id><published>2009-02-17T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:11:29.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops Keep Falling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t30cX6OGO0U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t30cX6OGO0U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Those drops of collected dew drops (say that ten times fast) really are falling not on my head though since I have trying to stay out of rain because once again I became sick with fever, chills, horrible aches, and a desperate need for drugs. So while I was chilling with my buddies Tylonal, Advil and sometimes Ibeprofen I would stop everything to listen to the natural rythmes of the rain hiting my window. I love the rain mainly because it does wonders for my backyard. I am one of those people that don't stop using their imagination and I admit to thinking up belies of little people like in the movie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Author and the Invisibles&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyway my faja just came home with some grapes so I am going to go get them and help him with the groceries so have a nice night. Oh and by the way there might be lighting again to night.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am back after deciding that I was not done anyway... back to the little people thing I was serious about that. Not in a way where I believe they are there but  i Think about it a sense where I could imgaine imagining that they are. It would be cool I think well only if there were the nice kind unlike the ones in the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spiderwick Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;(reffering to the books not the movie {the movie was more the disapointing but expected to be less than pleasing anyway}). Okay so moving away from the little people thing I love puddles. I personally don't enjoy splashing in them but I love finding the huge wholes full of water and mud so I can stick my feet in them to see how far they go. I almost slipped into one today it was beyond deep and then there was another that some how didn't have any water in it too. I lost my shoe in that one. It was funny and I lauged a little bit out loud. Okay well I am going to jet and watch the&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; United States of Tara&lt;/span&gt;. So this time good bye for real for now anyway bum bum bum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-7862705320423441984?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/7862705320423441984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=7862705320423441984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7862705320423441984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7862705320423441984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/02/raindrops-keep-falling.html' title='Raindrops Keep Falling...'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-862659062222229901</id><published>2009-02-13T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:01:58.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(none)</title><content type='html'>swallow it&lt;br /&gt;swallow the pride you felt when you learned you were right&lt;br /&gt;the hateful words sitting on the edge of your tongue&lt;br /&gt;swallow it all&lt;br /&gt;everything negative and unwanted&lt;br /&gt;and then and only then can you release every good and positive thought within your every limb and sector of your soul&lt;br /&gt;until that quintessentiall moment you will never be free in thought and feeling&lt;div&gt;you'll never know how is supposed to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your mind will stay clouded until you expand without retreating to a blanket of comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one day though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we might all see the error in the way we live life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but until that day we can all drift together in this mist of faiths and emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SZZ0BUUB-9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/P8HjT4QdyCE/s200/n754560028_4065292_3367.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302553177256754130" /&gt;I want to have the perfect conversation with a best friend or even someone that I haven't met before. Learning about someone... well about people is the best I can do when it comes to finding some kind of enjoyment within the walls of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh I am not feeling this blog anymore so je suis aller to stop with that et continuez watching the Jour de Valentine special on current tv so bon soir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I just changed the playlist on my page so listen up if you are in the mood.&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/5217872651002687567-862659062222229901?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/862659062222229901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=862659062222229901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/862659062222229901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/862659062222229901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/02/none.html' title='(none)'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SZZ0BUUB-9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/P8HjT4QdyCE/s72-c/n754560028_4065292_3367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-4414816607713095148</id><published>2009-02-12T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:32:40.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibly, Maybe, Wouldn't Doubt It</title><content type='html'>The smallest things make me happy&lt;br /&gt;The smallest things that should make me happy make me irritated&lt;br /&gt;And all these little things make me mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that was how everything really was, but it is not. Small things really do make me happy though, but only if my mind was set on it. Say I really want to meet someone and then I meet a person that would increase my mood intensely. &lt;br /&gt;One word that I have been hearing a lot lately is the word indifferent and i think I have been showing this trait a lot lately. I wish I could just speak my mind more often instead of just having little conversations in my head. Not the ones where I answer my self but ones where I answer others. One thing that i have continue to show to myself is that I really don't care what people think and that makes me happy. Without these shallow thoughts filling my head I have become more observant. There are a few people that I have been paying close attention to that just seem so desperate for something. If you stop for a few seconds you can see when someone is trying socially. Obsession, over compensation, and striving to be noticed. I don't really care about any of this I feel quite "indifferent" about a lot of things that I talk about. So I just stop talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-4414816607713095148?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/4414816607713095148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=4414816607713095148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4414816607713095148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4414816607713095148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/02/possibly-maybe-wouldnt-doubt-it.html' title='Possibly, Maybe, Wouldn&apos;t Doubt It'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-2173431141601705430</id><published>2009-02-07T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:21:02.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tainted</title><content type='html'>i feel tainted &lt;div&gt;not tainted in the sense that i have been hanging out with micheal phelps &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or in a way where i have stopped caring about capitalising i's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or using periods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in a way that allows me to want to jump out a window that so i could be reminded that i am alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot even fall backward on my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like the blogs i write in my head more they make me sound more tolerable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have things to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is mostly just a glorious act of procrastination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it might work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most likely not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-2173431141601705430?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/2173431141601705430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=2173431141601705430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/2173431141601705430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/2173431141601705430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/02/tainted.html' title='tainted'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-1826676473934627184</id><published>2009-02-07T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:03:31.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Isn't Torture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.concurringopinions.com/archives/images/skeleton-in-closet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 236px;" src="http://www.concurringopinions.com/archives/images/skeleton-in-closet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a word that goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unresponded&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div&gt;Unheard by any ear nor read by any eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's destined to float and never be understood or thought of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those words will go unknown and be added upon continuously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will always be waiting for you in back of my closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anxiously ready to tell you  everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a thousands the honesty is the right, but still even now I choose to keep my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;secrets&lt;/span&gt;. Every now and then one will slip. However that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; every now and then. The rest the time my doors stay shut to everyone. I wish I could a person that I will never have to face again. So I can tell every deed, feeling, thought, a moment that has flown out of body and into that the closet that I love so dearly for existing. &lt;div&gt;It cannot just anyone though. Because want know things for the sake of knowing things. Other want to know things because they you think want them to know things. Maybe I think this because that is who I am. Maybe not.. I should be cleaning my room right and putting things in my real closet. Even if I did meet that perfect person that fit every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;criteria&lt;/span&gt; I probably still wouldn't tell them everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I get to see Coraline tomorrow I read the book today. It had a lot of insight and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;theories&lt;/span&gt; of people. I like books like that. The kind that make you think even after you have finished. It's the type of book that I could go back and read again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; is  a lie (probably) I can never read books twice not even the ones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; by Rick Moody. That's is life though or at least a small part of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to right some more but I should stop before that closet opens again. Might be time to fix that door. Or maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;let some&lt;/span&gt; of it come out before it all pours out. I haven't cried in while. Well in a week I think. If only general sadness could make me cry... ope nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-1826676473934627184?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/1826676473934627184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=1826676473934627184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1826676473934627184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1826676473934627184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-isnt-torture.html' title='This Isn&apos;t Torture'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-2232934367398522079</id><published>2009-02-06T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:59:01.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shop.keystomycastle.com/images/key_to_my_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://shop.keystomycastle.com/images/key_to_my_heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You depress me&lt;div&gt;I hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't look at me anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never share your opinion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're my heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peer into my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never tell you any of this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^_^ yep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-2232934367398522079?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/2232934367398522079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=2232934367398522079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/2232934367398522079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/2232934367398522079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-7841891125730998054</id><published>2009-02-05T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:19:55.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>My mind is basically a pile of mush right now so I cannot really say if I learned this today or yesterday, but I do know that I learned it on Current TV. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I thought: The United States helped out the most during World War II.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I learned: The Soviet Union relieved the most concentration camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I was surprised to find: The most Neo-Nazis can be found within Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really was shocked to see this. Seeing it also made me beyond scared to go to Russia. I really can't even describe it right so I suggest watching this video. It scenically makes me sad that people are still dong this kind of stuff. Was there ever a time where there was a war? I was watching this other pod on Israeli and Arabic comedians and one of them was wearing this shirt that said "Fighting for peace is like f...ing for virginity" and whoever made that shirt was right because it really is like a oxy moron. I world without weapons would be amazing. Because without the fear of danger there wouldn't be the need for a false sense of protection. That will never happen though and I am rambling a again so watch the video and think a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://current.com/items/84906361/from_russia_with_hate.htm"&gt;Watch Me &lt;---&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-7841891125730998054?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/7841891125730998054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=7841891125730998054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7841891125730998054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7841891125730998054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/02/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-1599381074922743889</id><published>2009-02-05T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:45:17.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Short Term Plan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Destroy the Mr. Men show and other terrible children shows like it. What ever happened to the shows like Tom and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find something to get rid or my headache/backache.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure I don't have meningitis because my parents have been freaking me out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find out where Coraline is being shown near me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Long Term Plan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to college at the London School of Communication and major in photography.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Survive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Survive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Survive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-1599381074922743889?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/1599381074922743889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=1599381074922743889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1599381074922743889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1599381074922743889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-plan.html' title='The New Plan'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-8745532504851683752</id><published>2009-02-01T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:12:29.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santeria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nealosis.com/demo/playlists/album/art/792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.nealosis.com/demo/playlists/album/art/792.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone who has heard that song will know what I am about to talk about right... now. Okay so that song is beyond awesome and it is the type of song that forces you to sing and dance no matter where you are. I would totally have someone play that song at my funeral because I want to follow my Grandma Dee's example with that. She isn't dead by the way but she has this supper elaborate plan for her funeral. Like she want an absurd amount of roses, to be dressed up really nice and my favorite to have the song 1999 by Prince to be play. I love my Grandma Dee she is the the wig wearing boyfriend having type of super sweet grandma. I love it and my other Grandma too. He last boyfriend road motorcycles and there is the cutest picture of them. I don't think she is with him anymore though so no more motorcycle rides I guess. Anyway that song and songs like it are awesome. Sublime's other songs are good too like Date Rape. Truly hilarious even though it shouldn't be but he got what he deserved I think power to that girl though. Doin' Time and Rivers of Babylon are good too. Well I am going to continue listening to his songs and then start writhing my essay on why colonization is good. I am trying to get into that mind frame first though. Ehhh wish me luck.... Au Revior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-8745532504851683752?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/8745532504851683752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=8745532504851683752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8745532504851683752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8745532504851683752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/02/santeria.html' title='Santeria'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-6778345154838088462</id><published>2009-01-30T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:17:26.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle larson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SYK7Fg1r4XI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oJhkr_ayTQY/s1600-h/mystery_man_by_maliozturk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SYK7Fg1r4XI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oJhkr_ayTQY/s200/mystery_man_by_maliozturk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297001815129973106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay so I am not going to get into the whole story about this guy because I don't really know the story about him. Anyway my only knowledge of this Kyle Larson is he had a little tiff with some other person and his name sounds completely made up. This has been making me laugh since lunch. I really just cannot comprehend the fact that this person is real. I still have my doubts though I want to see this fellow before I can say that he is. Man oh man should I be a sleep right now. Lets just blame it on Kyle Larson and call it a night. Hopefully I will see you tomorrow young sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Seriously though does anyone know who he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Gunderson student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Junior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sick at the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Had a secret that has been exposed ( I won't re-expose it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-6778345154838088462?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/6778345154838088462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=6778345154838088462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/6778345154838088462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/6778345154838088462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/kyle-larson.html' title='Kyle larson'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SYK7Fg1r4XI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oJhkr_ayTQY/s72-c/mystery_man_by_maliozturk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-5571503715083806921</id><published>2009-01-29T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:14:12.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like the Taste of Tasty Cakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9rEpIPmGeM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9rEpIPmGeM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; the absolute perfect song because like Jackie Jackson I like the taste of tasty cakes too, but instead of me exploding I want to make the rest of the world explode. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Muhhahaha&lt;/span&gt;!! I am pretty sure that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suffering&lt;/span&gt; extreme sleep deprivation right now and mix that in with some weirdo music then you have one person just having a lot of fun by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;them selves&lt;/span&gt;. I guess it's a good thing that I can still make my self happy then. Well now the song is on something way less up beat good thing that I can simply type in Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Demento&lt;/span&gt; so I can be taken away by his song Funny Song and then take the mood down with a little Clash, Jeffery Airplane and Q Lazarus while my "happy" candle burns the scent of frosting like sweetness into my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soir&lt;/span&gt; happy listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-5571503715083806921?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/5571503715083806921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=5571503715083806921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5571503715083806921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5571503715083806921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-taste-of-tasty-cakes.html' title='I like the Taste of Tasty Cakes!'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-5610953588050184869</id><published>2009-01-28T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:19:04.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Lotion Commotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fact that teachers cannot chose their substitutes is a terrible truth. Because it really does suck when you get someone way worst that your teacher or when your teacher is awesome and you just have to get the crankiest replacement they can find. Today was one of those days where we hand the cranky temp. It started off bad and ended pretty bad to since I didn't finish my packet. She gave me to much to talk about which didn't help me improve upon the fact that I really didn't want to do it in the first place. The Norwegian Princess Bad and my sass master were not helping me out either. Aw yes, and I had my lotion taken away as well. Growing up older people are always trying to get children to share, but sharing in high school creates to much of a distraction. (Be prepared for a somewhat uncalled for and disrespectful comment) Is it really the students fault if moving objects distract a teacher. I could understand if I threw the thing all the way across the room right in front of her face though, but that isn't at all what was happening. I hadn't even noticed that it was being passed around to more that just two people. We were hardly talking as well. I love the substitutes that just hand out the papers and just at the desk doing whatever they have time to do. If only every temporary teacher could be like Ms. Chicha, the Hello Kitty man, Mr. Knight, or Mr. Thompson's friend. Those were good subs  that were not creepy they helped if you ASKED and did not go through long explanations of things that we have been doing since the sixth grade. It is really unfortunate when you are subjected to other's frustrations. All this really did was make me laugh and make my appreciation for Mr. Thompson grow ten times for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you for being a superb teacher Mr. Thompson you are sincerely appreciated by this young lady right here even though you used my name as the subject of the last hot seat, but all is forgiven as long as you don't leave us often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-5610953588050184869?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/5610953588050184869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=5610953588050184869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5610953588050184869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5610953588050184869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-lotion-commotion.html' title='The Big Lotion Commotion'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-1715337573155211641</id><published>2009-01-24T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:36:43.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoichometry and Music</title><content type='html'>Well Stoichometry sucks and I suck at it, but at least I have a few things that I don't suck at like baking treats with lots of love and my taste in music. Well those are both very bias talents but my tastes and ears are the only things that really matter there. And right now I am grooving to to my current favorites (see right column) Junkie XL. I know there are a lot of songs on that play list so I would suggest at least listening to Mad Presuit (very zoney), Clash(minimal lyrics), Zerotime, Cities in the Dust (good sound to it) and/or Melange. Whatever you have time for really and this is where my blog comes to an end because the smell of freshly popped popcorn is taunting me so au revior. Happy listening to whatever music please you tonight or any other time really.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so first I was only suggesting one song and I keep coming back and adding more. You cannot stop from being addicted to good music its addiction is worth than nicotine. Speaking of nicotine who sings that song Nicotine &amp;amp; Gravy? No real need to answer that because that is what google is for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-1715337573155211641?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/1715337573155211641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=1715337573155211641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1715337573155211641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1715337573155211641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/stoichometry-and-music.html' title='Stoichometry and Music'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-1273115100487984588</id><published>2009-01-23T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:31:17.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prediction</title><content type='html'>Because my mental powers are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;astonishing&lt;/span&gt; I am predicting that this weekend will hold time to myself a long with a possible visit from a friend, a few text messages, sneezes, a sad dog in my garage, and some really good music ( thanks to Mr. Thompson and whoever was playing that song called Blister in the Sun by the Violent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Femmes&lt;/span&gt;). I have been listening to them since 4:30 maybe... I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; sure, but I am remembering them and liking the memories. I am hoping that there will be some frozen yogurt in my future I still haven't been to that new place in Main Street yet called Sweet Sundays. I keep hearing something about toppings or something either way some frozen yogurt and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tasty&lt;/span&gt; sandwich from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Camille's&lt;/span&gt; would go nicely or some chicken nachos from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Unamas&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not sure that I spelled that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;, but whatever it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; the food and not the name that matters in the long run. Although I wouldn't just go into some place called dump truck. Well I probably would, but without any intentions to eat there. Okay so this one song is making me sleepy so I am going to stop typing now and listen to these depressing, yet soothing words. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Choa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-1273115100487984588?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/1273115100487984588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=1273115100487984588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1273115100487984588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1273115100487984588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-prediction.html' title='My Prediction'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-7456888050612690038</id><published>2009-01-22T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:37:23.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay No</title><content type='html'>I didn't ditch or do that other thing I really  was just not feeling good so I just didn't go to school. Instead I didn't leave my room until around five most likely. All I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; was sleep, sweat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;droll&lt;/span&gt;, and blow my nose. Doesn't that make me sound so attractive. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt; I hope tomorrow will be good and I wish I had a button so I could fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to January 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; through 31st and then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I really want to see the Caroline movie it looks very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;appealing&lt;/span&gt; and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; looks like something that should be seen in the theaters.  Le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bon&lt;/span&gt; travail Tim Burton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-7456888050612690038?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/7456888050612690038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=7456888050612690038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7456888050612690038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7456888050612690038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-no.html' title='Okay No'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-8362678447869612396</id><published>2009-01-21T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:28:08.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>First off I think I am abusing the fact that I have been abusing the fact that I have a public audience and I haven't really been returning the favor when it comes to expressing my feeling of other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself starting NOW...&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I feel like I have major(ly) second guessing myself when it comes to everything and I mean everything. It is very depressing and I might be making myself sick mentally which might been affecting my physically health. As I am typing just thinking about my crap of a day today I am getting a headache and starting to tear up. I wish all these feelings could just go where the sun never shines. I really don't know what I want though well somethings I do, but... ugh ( 'o' ) I guess that tittle was quite appropriate. Anywho... yeah so you know that whole contemplation about seeing a counsular( rehtorical question. sorry about the question mark then I guess...)?  Okay so I really want to do but I really really hate crying in front of people I think it is the looks I get like after the fact its okay... sort off like if you asked me straight up I would tell you, but I wouldn't just come out and say anything. Well accept for now. I HAD A MENTAL BREAK DOWN TODAY AND CRIED IN A BATHROOM STALL. Yep that was confession and it was kind of funny though because today someone was telling me that they had one yesterday. Mine wasn't nearlly as bad though thank something, but. Okay so I am crying again and I just feel so fake right now. I am annoying the hell out of myself right now too like rawr. Maybe it's because T.O.M. is over this week. *Gigantic sigh with a tear* this is not at all productive I need to look at a face right now. A face I know. A face that I am comfortable with. I want Lorreta. I want my toothpaste. I need something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to cry the rest of it out now so there wont be any repeats tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a fever so I wouldn't have to come to school tomorrow that isn't even the tip of m desperation for isolation.&lt;br /&gt;I think I somehow just made myself even more depressed, but I found my answer... I'm not happy (unfortunately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La fichue vie… vous avez mentie à moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me being fake... I would rather not say that so lets just call it denial, which really doesn't sound any better but I am lying to myself everyone else sees what they want to see or just what I am showing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai un mal de tête maintenant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing so well to hide my true feelings since the middle of the eighth grade, but I think that my mind is just getting fet up with itself. I think think they midgt be throwing things at each other right now I just want to go t o sleep a deep long sleep or start living a life like Coraline before it goes bad. *BIGGER rawr* I feel like I am trying so hard, but I really don't know what I am trying for. What is waiting for me? I might be struggling against this wall that doesn't exist and because its not real there is nothing... woah. That didn't make any sense, so I am sorry or well not really because it kind of did its own way. I need to stop, but I don't want to.  I wish I had the ability to ditch... or I could just go back to what I did in the fifth grade where I would make myself throw up in the morning so I could gain enogugh sympathy from my so I wouldn't have to go to school. I need to gage my desperation/ self pity meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was religious so I could have a god to cry out to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-8362678447869612396?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/8362678447869612396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=8362678447869612396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8362678447869612396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8362678447869612396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-5248486609342728951</id><published>2009-01-21T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:48:02.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>During the Moment</title><content type='html'>Okay so i have come up with a blog concept and i will do it some time in the pm tomorrow so for now trust the fact that it will be done. bon soir et... sorry for the non caps i am laying down and using two fingers to type and my thumb for the space bar. cela ne fonctionne pas *sigh*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-5248486609342728951?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/5248486609342728951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=5248486609342728951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5248486609342728951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5248486609342728951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/during-moment.html' title='During the Moment'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-3959953124751552780</id><published>2009-01-19T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:40:42.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Powerpuff Girls</title><content type='html'>So today is the 10th anniversary for the Powerpuff Girls cartoon. My plan today is watcth the top 10 episodes with all of the weird villains that are on there. It is so weird to re-watch the shows that were on when I was a kid because I am looking at this and wonder what a I thought about all this when I was younger. Random note: I am happy that I can type without looking at the laptop screen because it makes it so much easier for me to multitask between enjoying my childhood and writing this blog. Thanks for teaching me how to type when I was in the sixth grade Mr. Nadey even though you kind of freaked me out back in the day. Okay so anyway the Powerpuff Girls taught me a lot like how boys don't have cooties and neither do we, cross dresser are part of the norm, its okay to have crushes as long as the are not the ones that use you, girls are just as tough if not tougher than boys and that you should love and protect everyone... oh and that to much candy is bad for you. This show is extremely weird and I love that they had a cross dresser as the evilest villain besides the Boogie Man. HIM was scary though like "it" would have this really creepy, light and echoey voice until he got mad and then it would be extremely deep. Fuzzy Lumpkins was freaky too in a cute and crazy kind of way but I think that  I like the Amebo brothers best. I just have a special place in my heart for stupid cartoon characters; like Ed from the Lion King. The  episode where Fuzzy Lumpkins becomes mayor is creepy too because he makes the already sexed up secretary named Ms. Bellem wear Daisy dukes and a busty crop top too. Did they ever show her face in any of the episodes? I think they were going to, but it was actually Seducesa dressing like Ms. Bellem. Anyway I love this show and sorry Mojo Jojo for not mentioning you I know that you are quite the evil genius. Oh and apparently they are making a new episode which is kind of disappointing I wouldn't mind just watching re-runs you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-3959953124751552780?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/3959953124751552780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=3959953124751552780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3959953124751552780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3959953124751552780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-powerpuff-girls.html' title='Happy Birthday Powerpuff Girls'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-3450172241865723766</id><published>2009-01-18T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:37:03.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Positively</title><content type='html'>Just about everything in my life is falling into to place there are a few missing pices to the puzzle but I plan on geting those back soon. I had a great time today that wasnt spoiled by anything and i learnd that honesty really is the way to go and that my parents are way more "chill" than i thought. I also got to get a lot of things off my chest and helped a few others as well. Life is good. BONJOUR LA VIE JE T'AIME BEAUCOUP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-3450172241865723766?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/3450172241865723766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=3450172241865723766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3450172241865723766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3450172241865723766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/falling-positively.html' title='Falling Positively'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-7693484568835648535</id><published>2009-01-12T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:37:05.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coudie Catcher</title><content type='html'>Making coudie catchers is the only fun thing for me today in Mr. Jacob's class most of the time. And that was exactly what I did again today only I used that paper that I was talking about in some other blog... but i really think that it is going to make it even better when it comes to looks but I must admit that it will probably be a little hard to read later. I have a lot on my mind and I haven't laughed full heartedly in a long time. I want to have a really huge laugh that brings me to tears. Normally I find these huge "har hars" to e very embarrassing, but right now it is exactly what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so as I speak my twenty-nine year old teacher/grown child named Mr. Thompson is going around messing with people's laptops just because he has a little remote. I was a target a few minutes ago and I could have sworn that I just killed my laptop so how. I'm pretty sure that Mr. Thompson is deeply in touch with his inner child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is just a little something something that could be a reminder to some and something new to others. This was a poem that Mr. Thompson wrote last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"My Name is Mr. Thompson&lt;br /&gt;And a like to writes prompts on&lt;br /&gt;The board"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-7693484568835648535?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/7693484568835648535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=7693484568835648535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7693484568835648535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7693484568835648535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/coudie-catcher.html' title='Coudie Catcher'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-6235628691642932129</id><published>2009-01-11T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:10:39.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Première Passion (1st Love)</title><content type='html'>I’m in love with the perfect moments that occur in my life. It is not often that we have something that can be seen as perfect in our own eyes, but when ever that moment does come it will always be remembered as vividly as the day it occurred. One deepest parts of my heart is saved for my best friend the toothpaste for my toothbrush. I met her on the first day of kindergarten when all of the new students were standing the blacktop with our parents. I stood there mesmerizing the playground that I would soon be able to play on, but at that moment I was being pressured to make some new friends. One thing I that I should let you know about me is when I was growing up I was like a “cat” that would clench on to my parents and hide my face from all the eyes that were trying to look at me. It seemed like whenever I was around them I didn't want anyone else. This little girl messed all that up for me when she cam bouncing down to where I was standing with my parents. Once she reached me she gave me a sincere and innocent salutations along with a request for me to be her friend. I don’t know what happened in my brain at that moment but whatever that feeling was caused stares and worried looks from the people surrounding us. After say “hello” and asking if  I would be her friend water began to flow out of my eyes which caused the same to happen to her. Without really know the problem my parents and hers were trying to console us while trying to find out why we had started to cry. Both of our tears had stopped abruptly then and confused looks washed away all the feelings of sadness. Later on we decided that the reasons should be that her over excitedness scared me and that my tears made her cry our her guilt. We have stuck with that story for a while now, but I don’t think that we will ever know the real reason of those tears. By the end of that day we did end up becoming friends strangely enough. &lt;br /&gt;Throughout our eleven years of friendship we have only one fight that also took place in kindergarten within the walls of that beautiful playground. The fight was simple and not all complicated when you get down to it was beyond the point of being moronic when I look back on it now. The dispute was over a game of tag or hide-n-go-seek. It was a game that included catching and running. There were five of us playing the game: me, Amanda, Hannah, Sarah, and Adam. Four of us decided to make it really hard for Amanda when it was her time to chase up somehow it came down to her being really frustrated enough so to make her begin to cry and our plan was blamed mainly on me because “I wasn’t being a good friend,” which Ms. Russnacks take on the situation. From this moment it seemed that one of us couldn’t cry without causing the other to cry as well because as if we were sharing the same feelings of sadness I started to tear up. Our conflict was resolved within the fifteen minutes of  our playtime and that was also the day that I learned that she didn't like hugs. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I was able to give her a hug until late in the sixth grade after finding out that she wouldn’t be going to Bret Harte anymore after that year. Life had prepared us for that moment of separation because even though we went to same elementary school together for all six years we had only had been in the same class for the first two. I think that was when I knew that this would be an everlasting friendship because even after not seeing her face to face for months as soon as we saw each other we would act like we had seen each other only moments before. &lt;br /&gt;I will always love and cherish every moment that we have together including the times when I tore my pants walking to her house, the movies we have seen, the Twilight party, the first time we met, the graduations, the lame dances... saying that I love her doesn’t cover my feeling that I have for her and I hate to use hackneyed phrases to express my feelings for her so will end this by saying once again that she is my toothpaste for my toothbrush, the sun for my dial and the heaven for my tormented earth. Amanda is a whole lot of something if not my everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-6235628691642932129?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/6235628691642932129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=6235628691642932129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/6235628691642932129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/6235628691642932129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-love.html' title='Première Passion (1st Love)'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-1801284929462733876</id><published>2009-01-11T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:21:03.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Word in Progress</title><content type='html'>What about me?&lt;br /&gt;Was I hard to figure out &lt;br /&gt;or did you know you'd get it without a doubt?&lt;br /&gt;Well I am sorry for the strain I caused &lt;br /&gt;but do you know the mental pain you've caused?&lt;br /&gt;How many times I was found frutstrated at thought that you hated...&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know think then, but I do now.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately though that future doesn't include you.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry you know because one day you will grow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration was what you were to me&lt;br /&gt;Sadly not what you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got the need to express myself in a better way than complaining to my sister. This made me feel a little special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-1801284929462733876?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/1801284929462733876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=1801284929462733876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1801284929462733876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1801284929462733876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-in-progress.html' title='A Word in Progress'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-3601778707359643483</id><published>2009-01-10T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:44:53.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be continued...</title><content type='html'>Okay so I have this paper that I have covered with two huge paragraphs about a dream I had and a question I had. I might not post it next week either though... because most of my thoughts are kept to myself and are only shared with one pair of ears. I'm still thinking about it though, but I might just see a consular. I love how I am perfectly okay with saying that, but don't be surprised if this blog ends up being taken down. I am currently transitioning into a better place right now and I have achieved physically and almost mentally too, which is why I am going to try and find time to see the consular for some advice. I would ask a teacher or a friend, but I really don't like the thought of someone trying to figure me out and I only get that thought when I am seeing those people. I do have a question to ask now though. When you see me in the halls do I look happy? I just wanted to know because I think people show there true feeling when they don't think people are looking. I think I am happy though, but I think a lot when I am walking from class to class so could you look at my expression for me please. Try to see me when the hall isn't crowded and not during lunch this week either because I probably wont be all that peppy to be giving up my lunch to sell tickets for winter ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY YOUR TICKETS please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-3601778707359643483?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/3601778707359643483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=3601778707359643483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3601778707359643483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3601778707359643483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-be-continued.html' title='To be continued...'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-8004038624216748083</id><published>2009-01-02T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:32:04.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Perfect Thing</title><content type='html'>I love it when I can find that perfect thing because it cannot always be found. During this break I found the perfect thriller movies from the United Kingdom where the women were very empowering unlike the movies I usually see where they have the type of girls that fall and wait for someone to pick them up. I now have the perfect shade of nail polish called Lilac Freeze which is very appropriate because it looks like the color that my finger tips get when they get cold and the new shade of lip gloss called Eva I got from Bare Escentuals. I found out that I am perfectly okay when people talk around me in languages that I cannot understand and the perfect blend of fish sauce combined with Vietnamese rice flour things so that it becomes deliciously spicy. Unfortunately I haven't been able to turn into that perfect person though. I have failed to be there for some people when I should have been. I have always known that people cannot be perfect so I am satisfied that I can at least surround myself with simple, yet perfect things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-8004038624216748083?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/8004038624216748083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=8004038624216748083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8004038624216748083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8004038624216748083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-perfect-thing.html' title='That Perfect Thing'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-7980833313712066110</id><published>2008-12-31T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:00:01.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Cookies</title><content type='html'>So this all started during the Coach Ball's fourth period P.E class after we had just ran the mile. In this class most of my peers including myself are very lazy so you can imagine how unprepared we were. I had tis brilliant plan before the day had even come about how I was going to go about this very plan( the plan failed by the way). Shay had to decided to join in on this plan and toward the end I left her behind( I'm sorry). We were prepared however for what we were going to do after we ran the mile which was something that I am not a liberty to specify at this moment... anyway I wanted to be able to let her know that she had to just keep running or some other form of motivation like that. Ever since then I have been texting her random things to motivate anything that she might be doing or facing at the moment like the wind for example. Today I sent one about plans and how you should make to many because we both have been. In response she suggested the idea of making my own fortune cookies hence the tittle of this ongoing blog that I am beginning to notice has no purpose. I guess I am done now with my little rant of thoughts that was just brought to the forefront of my brain, but now the are retreating back into that little closet so for now good bye and I sincerely hope that everyone as a great New Year's Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-7980833313712066110?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/7980833313712066110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=7980833313712066110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7980833313712066110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7980833313712066110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/12/fortune-cookies.html' title='Fortune Cookies'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-7749814056622898308</id><published>2008-12-29T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:16:41.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace Bulletins</title><content type='html'>They are used to post random little things that can be seen in your head and sometimes they are used to express things that are seen through your eyes or heard through your ears. These things can lead you to a place of bad grammar and run on sentences like mine do most of the time, but between the gibberish there are a few good points like the one I just posted a few minutes ago because the my boredom and thought was consuming me and this the only thing I could think of doing to prolong my trip to the kitchen where I would have the honor of putting up a big load of dishes. &lt;br /&gt;Note: I am sorry for the bad grammar, "I" and lame smiles. This is not at all a  representation on how people should write in informal situations. I am not currently trying to change my ways on this public website. My good writing skills are only shown in class and on these blog uncapitalized s. Once again I do apologize for this shameful post below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"the plans often​ go awry,​ but i am very optim​istic​ that mine will stay stron​g unlike the that feeble Londo​n bridge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^o^ i think​ i have the secon​d most amoun​t of fun when i am bored​ but my #1 choic​e is when i am with my frien​ds and some good knee-​slapp​ing fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be prepa​red.​.​.​ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what that was for but yep.​.​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love those​ littl​e dots(​.​.​.​)​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never​ reall​y notic​ed how much i can rambl​e on the inter​net until​ right​ this secon​d.​ okay well that is a lie i knew i did, but i am notic​ing that it is like you are talki​ng to yours​elf in a way unles​s someo​ne respo​nds.​ Hmmm that shoul​d give you somet​hing to think​ about​ for about​ 5 secon​ds.​ Enjoy​ that time of thoug​ht and thank​ me in your me when you'​re done okay.​ And just so you know you are welco​me.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooah​ i just reach​ed scrol​e bar lever​ ^o^ now i am reall​y done i feel so lame in the best way possi​ble.​ i have an incur​able disea​se you shoul​d liste​n to We are Stran​ge by The Doors​.​ I'm not that sure on the title​ but it has the word stran​ge in and it has good lyric​s so yeah that was just my two cents​ on the matte​r.​ Choa!​"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see bulletins have both a good and bad side to them. The good side is that you get to show people just how weird you are and the bad side is that those innocent people that are just as strange have to see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-7749814056622898308?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/7749814056622898308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=7749814056622898308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7749814056622898308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7749814056622898308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/12/myspace-bulletins.html' title='Myspace Bulletins'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-8081995609474965584</id><published>2008-12-14T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:52:56.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes vs. Rats</title><content type='html'>Some of you might remember this from an old season of Survivor where one of the players simply divided the games between the snakes and the rats. In the end the nice mice normally when and not the ugly rats of the brute snakes. This season there have been two mice and many rats. There has never been a case that I can remember where a rat one. The skill is having strategy without being super cut throat because in the end the people you probably had a hand in getting out are going to voting for you to receive the 1 million dollars in the end. Being mean might get you ahead in the game a little but it never gets you to the end happily if at all. Survivor really is a great show and it is one of those shows that get better every year unlike those other shows that grow old and eventually die in the eyes of their viewers. I don't even mind how they type cast the show in a way so there will be drama but over the top drama. Even though the "cookie" incident can be seen as over the top there is no way that it was the producers that were behind it. I must applaud Bob for making two legit looking hidden immunity ideals that two people fell for. It was beautiful. If I could eat fish(their main food source) I would on that show doing as much as I could to become the nice mouse that goes home with the taxed check of a little less than 1 million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watch this show: were you happy that whoever won won(sorry that was terrible grammar)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-8081995609474965584?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/8081995609474965584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=8081995609474965584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8081995609474965584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8081995609474965584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/12/snakes-vs-rats.html' title='Snakes vs. Rats'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-4302978102494729722</id><published>2008-12-14T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:40:31.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBCA Documentaries</title><content type='html'>I am in love with these because they always do them on very interesting topics that give you a view of other peoples lives that you hear about but never get too see. As I am typing this now I am watching one that is called "My Big Breast and Me." Obviously you might have and idea on what this is about, but it has shown me that most women with extremely large breast usually don't like them. With reasons of course like the problem of finding the bra(i learned that straps do not give you all of the support; it is the back part being even with the front that does), back problems, self image, and other things that effect the attractiveness of their forever noticeable chest. Another one was about loosing your virginity in the earlier decades for most the teenagers in those days it was a taboo badge of honor for most. Besides that one my favorite focused on cannibals(marijuana) cafes in Holland. The person in the documentary smoked marijuana for a certain length of time to see the effects. It was interesting to see the comparison of someone doing something while high and that same person doing it when they are not. There is a very noticeable difference. I also learned that more people smoke marijuana in the United States than they do in Holland which makes sense because people are always wanting what they cannot have.&lt;div&gt;Whenever you have nothing to do you should check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BBCA&lt;/span&gt; and watch some of there documentaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-4302978102494729722?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/4302978102494729722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=4302978102494729722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4302978102494729722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4302978102494729722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/12/bbca-documentaries.html' title='BBCA Documentaries'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-4334354572792980041</id><published>2008-12-14T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:23:34.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personals &amp; Code Words</title><content type='html'>Personals it what we call those life savors that we hide in our purses. You might know what I am talking about if you are a girl and that is good enough because that is who I am directing this at. I hate seeing commercials about T.O.M(Katrina's word) as a roller coaster ride and I really would rather not see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absorbency&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flexibility&lt;/span&gt; of my stuff. And then asking to go and take car of things is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; too. The decided term for Mr. Thompson's class is "we are going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bananas&lt;/span&gt;." I personally like using the space &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;analogy&lt;/span&gt; or the dessert one which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; freaks out my little dinosaur(Christine), but I made that one up in the sixth grade with my friends in a lunch line of all places. This was just a random blog thank you for reading my rambles if you really did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-4334354572792980041?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/4334354572792980041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=4334354572792980041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4334354572792980041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4334354572792980041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/12/personals-code-words.html' title='Personals &amp; Code Words'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-3396627412324152946</id><published>2008-11-28T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:17:38.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trend Center</title><content type='html'>While shopping during Black Friday you see many people wearing  many things. Sometimes you see quite a few people wearing some of the same things which is when you can deem it as a trend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accessories:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those little hats that people can get away with wearing at school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colorful and bright neck wraps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flat swede boots with tassels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moccasin flats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that I hope never become popular...drop crotch pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-3396627412324152946?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/3396627412324152946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=3396627412324152946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3396627412324152946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3396627412324152946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/11/trend-center.html' title='Trend Center'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-1878813820307605635</id><published>2008-11-28T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:56:31.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vendredi Noir</title><content type='html'>This was the first year that I have shopped during Black Friday. Surprisingly it wasn't that busy when we first got there. By the way we went shopping in San Francisco and the first place we went was the wonderful H&amp;amp;M. The cashier did say that it was busy around 12 which is crazy because their sale ended at 10am so their wasn't a huge need to go that early. I was to see that the good clothes were still on the racks and not on the floor like half of the sale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;items&lt;/span&gt; at Urban Outfitters. We left the house around 7:30am and we got home around 4pm. We did a lot of excising and had lunch at our normal spot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lousis&lt;/span&gt;' Dinner on Market street. It was really just another in San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Francisco&lt;/span&gt; really the difference was that we went to a pillow shop.  It was a fun day with my family and gave a chance to see that quite a few temporally have forgotten about a certain financial crises that is going on. I am grateful that my parents let us go and I am proud of myself for barely going over my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;budget&lt;/span&gt;. I hope everyone has a great day doing whatever they are planing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-1878813820307605635?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/1878813820307605635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=1878813820307605635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1878813820307605635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1878813820307605635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/11/vendredi-noir.html' title='Vendredi Noir'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-8708529790222989633</id><published>2008-11-27T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:33:13.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Today I did my community service as a Turkey Trot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;volunteer&lt;/span&gt; where we woke up early, unloaded boxes, stood around letting out toes freeze, pointed out way to short shorts, and then made all of those sweaty runners nice tee-shirts to commemorate what the had just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt;. This was the second year that I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;participated&lt;/span&gt; at on of these events last year and it was fun. I enjoy reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; shirt to see what other running events they have done. It is quite interesting and this year they improved the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bags so that was good too. Overall it has been a good morning and in a few hours will be heading over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Evette's&lt;/span&gt; house to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt; there. So I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving and I hope the food you eat is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-8708529790222989633?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/8708529790222989633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=8708529790222989633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8708529790222989633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8708529790222989633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-4265888092957448657</id><published>2008-11-24T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:56:19.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>So I wont be making a blog titled "Make a Wish" tonight but someday I will at 11:11 pm and hopefully the next day you will see wait till that time and make a wish to. I should make better goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-4265888092957448657?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/4265888092957448657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=4265888092957448657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4265888092957448657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4265888092957448657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/11/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-4728946927291474081</id><published>2008-11-24T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:33:40.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Sweetie</title><content type='html'>Goals:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Finish three blogs tonight naming one of them "Make a Wish"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Figure out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; or not to dress out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Make better goals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Get a job next year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Make goodies for more people this Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Go to Lucky's for my supplies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Don't burn myself tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Find my jean leggings to wear with my dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Do some Revision of my life. Tone did it and it seems to be helping so I should try it too(for those that watch Skins I am partially serious.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Stop slacking off for the rest of the year(lie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Find the button for special characters on my Dell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am trying to reach for the stars....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-4728946927291474081?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/4728946927291474081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=4728946927291474081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4728946927291474081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4728946927291474081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/11/such-sweetie.html' title='Such a Sweetie'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-276402733431307477</id><published>2008-11-24T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:26:33.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delirious</title><content type='html'>Even though I feel this way too I"m not talking about myself. Delirious is the title of a movie about a homeless guy named Toby who befriended this lonely and kind off crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt; guy. You must go and see the movie because it is a true representation of most friendships. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; for all of those seniors graduating this year. Because friends are friends, but you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; always take them to the same places that you are venturing off to. It goes both ways so even if you are more than willing to follow that friend might not want you to. Basically I am telling you to see this movie and to listen the new album my the Killers because I am listening to it right now and I am really start to dig it ^o- because Candy talks to strangers.&lt;div&gt;(I apologize for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;smiley&lt;/span&gt;, but it seemed somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appropriate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; head bob to the music...darn those lovely emotions of mine. Those darn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MORPHIDITEs&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/5217872651002687567-276402733431307477?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/276402733431307477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=276402733431307477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/276402733431307477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/276402733431307477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/11/delirious.html' title='Delirious'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-742399779516938806</id><published>2008-11-11T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:32:19.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Excitement is Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SRog3kWuuhI/AAAAAAAAABs/EYE10Ch6v0A/s1600-h/Dance+Ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SRog3kWuuhI/AAAAAAAAABs/EYE10Ch6v0A/s200/Dance+Ticket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267558853187123730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so not really, but I am happy to add something to my plate since I have a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scarce&lt;/span&gt; amount to do already but now I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to plan this years Moonlight Masquerade/ winter ball. It is going back in the gym this time and Jasmine had the great idea of changing the layout so it wont be like the last ones. Overall I am just happy to be doing something with my time and this is a fun thing to do too. I really do hope that people gain some spirit and wear their masks I know that I will be wearing mine. The gym will decorated as a dance should be and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;atmosphere&lt;/span&gt; of the dance will be different from all of the other ones that we have had prior. Also to make it better Jasmine and I will be accepting request for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dj's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;play list&lt;/span&gt; so know one can complain about the music because if you had simply spoke up you could have been listening to what you wanted to listen to. So clear you calenders for January the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Be there or be square little grizzles. Just kidding I'm not that  crazy nor old enough to call you little so I take it all back ^o^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-742399779516938806?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/742399779516938806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=742399779516938806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/742399779516938806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/742399779516938806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/11/excitement-is-growing.html' title='The Excitement is Growing'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SRog3kWuuhI/AAAAAAAAABs/EYE10Ch6v0A/s72-c/Dance+Ticket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-9199561519681619817</id><published>2008-11-09T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:55:16.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton Candy</title><content type='html'>I went to a Raiders game today and I really don't even care about any type of sports, but I love the atmosphere of the games. I love listening to everyone's conversations around me because some people have a lot of interesting things to say. Like this one guy that was "f@#%ed up" off of weed that someone sneaked and was passed around in the smoking section which means that they were "hot boxing(smoking weed in a completely sealed off room)." Now if you add that with drinking I sure that you would believe in the comment he made. Also throughout the game these three guys behind me kept swearing in Spanish. Things like this strangely put a smile on my face even though it is not the first time but in some situations it just makes me laugh. It is really beautiful when people are as open with their emotions as they are.&lt;br /&gt;I learned that me and my dad are alike in the way we sit and now I know that I can feed upon his emotions because I was able to throw myself in the Raider Nation spirit and start yelling at those players. I wish that team was better because my dad's cousin or my second is on that team and if I was closer to him I would comfortable enough to tell him somewhat jokingly to get his team together.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have completely lost myself in what I think I was trying to say so I am going to cut myself by saying two things: I wish we sat closer to the Black Hole and cotton candy taste better when you eat it in a stadium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-9199561519681619817?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/9199561519681619817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=9199561519681619817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/9199561519681619817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/9199561519681619817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/11/cotton-candy.html' title='Cotton Candy'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-5113229216221107786</id><published>2008-11-06T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:57:38.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela Chase...</title><content type='html'>... makes a good pint when she said "everyone is an act." I mean there is a lot of truth behind that in the sense that people really do put on acts for themselves and the only time they stop is when we start to zone out. It is as close as someone can get to an out of body experience without the aid of mind altering drugs. I do this when I pick out my outfits or when I am trying to smile for something that I have no interest in. I don't think people do it for others rather than for themselves. The perfect example of this is the Movie Hero. It is a good movie at heart even though it requires you to find a way to keep you attention, but it is about how everyone has an audience. There is one part where this girl is confidently strutting down the street and this antagonist character steals her audience which in turn makes her curl up as if she was completely naked. I just think that is a good example of how everyone really feels. There are moments where people start getting to tried to care and kind of just stop hence the zoning. If you think about our lives are just movies for only our minds to see. I don't even want to get into the trippy nature of our minds I mean seeing pictures of memories and hearing our own voices without opening our mouths. I cannot even begin to grasp the possibilities and explanations of our psychological beings. &lt;br /&gt;And on that note here is the tailer of the "Movie Hero."  &lt;object width="250" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCvdD1QptMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCvdD1QptMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-5113229216221107786?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/5113229216221107786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=5113229216221107786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5113229216221107786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5113229216221107786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/11/angela-chase.html' title='Angela Chase...'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-1764062422655226921</id><published>2008-11-06T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:30:11.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of a Heavy Breather</title><content type='html'>Pet peeves are the causes for everyones unhappiness on a daily basis. If everything in you day goes right that is the one thing that can bring you down. I usually do not have a violent streak but when someone behind me is breathing like they either committed a crime, raped a goat, or ran ten miles and is breathing so deeply that the sound begins to resonate in my ear makes me want to turn around and slap that person up side the head. That really is the one that crawls, slips and leaves a trail of slime under my skin. It is that and the crackly popping of gum. I mean some people are just asking me to pull a Chicago on you. I mean "you had it coming..." right? Seriously though, those people cannot actually believe that your ways of self amusement don't effect the wound up people around you. Even the relax as goo people would still find those tendencies obnoxious. Like I said violence is not my thing. Neither is verbal abuse, but their is moment in everyday where you feel differently toward your surrounding and start to throw books off the shelves of you mind. Some people show it more than others which make for the perfectly awkward situation. I truly think it is the quiet ones that you should watch out for the most. Because if you are angering me you might be able to see the daggers about to be thrown at you through my eyes. Luckily though I keep those at home so you wont have anything to worry about unless you start trying to talk down to me. I am a tolerable person who attempts to avoid conflict if you are really trying to start something then I will confront you. If you are just being annoying I will brush it off and possible confront others. The second isn't a good trait but it is an honest one. Which is again something I try to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-1764062422655226921?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/1764062422655226921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=1764062422655226921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1764062422655226921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1764062422655226921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-of-heavy-breather.html' title='The Life of a Heavy Breather'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-8597190013614147612</id><published>2008-10-30T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:00:10.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass By Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.maze1971.com/loco/uploaded_images/smashedpumpkin-781395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://www.maze1971.com/loco/uploaded_images/smashedpumpkin-781395.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Halloween does not sound like it will end up being that great holiday that I once looked forward too every October. This year it seems like people are only  dressing up so they do not have to participate in any of Coach Ball's activities or they are just denouncing all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; of keeping the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; spirit alive. I can not put the blame on everyone because now a days it seems like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; is just an excuse for people to dress like a prostitute. Which is all fine for them but it is not what it is supposed to be about in my eyes. I believe that All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hallows&lt;/span&gt; Night or Eve should be about being with you friends and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; so you can fill up on the candy that you have just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; from strangers. It is also a great reason for me to try out more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; and to not pay attention in class(no offense). I want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; to be how it used to be. Where is the spirit in anything these day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-8597190013614147612?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/8597190013614147612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=8597190013614147612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8597190013614147612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/8597190013614147612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/10/pass-by-me.html' title='Pass By Me'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-4355300583465623499</id><published>2008-10-30T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:22:01.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.E.N.C.H.M.A.R.K</title><content type='html'>I made this up when I was thinking how disappointed i was about my chemistry  results and while studying for my benchmark in world history today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ehind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;overtly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;issions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;eal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;aboodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the last word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-4355300583465623499?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/4355300583465623499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=4355300583465623499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4355300583465623499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4355300583465623499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/10/benchmark.html' title='B.E.N.C.H.M.A.R.K'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-3145135480967866627</id><published>2008-10-28T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:55:29.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape Goat</title><content type='html'>Everyone really just needs to live life with a safe word. So when you get into deep with you emotions you can say that magic word and get pulled out of any scenario you are in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-3145135480967866627?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/3145135480967866627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=3145135480967866627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3145135480967866627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3145135480967866627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/10/escape-goat.html' title='Escape Goat'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-5225614393560350336</id><published>2008-10-26T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:46:41.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>Blogs force you to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to them even though we should be treating this as homework it is no longer keeping my attention. I have been stating to slack off until I have a few hours left until the deadline. I have all of these ideas of what to use but instead I what I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; do and just decide to keep them as thoughts. Which isn't a good thing when your thought can potentially effect you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grade&lt;/span&gt;. I suppose that I should just keep doing these weird ones. This moment is a reputation of these filling because right now I am trying to make this long enough to use a scroll bar, but this is proving to be very hard when you are just rambling. Angela Chase dose that well though. She can go on and on about the string that is innocently hanging from Jordan's plaid shirt. I think I am just going to go and brush my teeth and hair and do all of those other things that people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; do... sorry, I just wrote something that I heard and now my brain is telling me to go to sleep and I think that I am going to listen to it right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Soir(goodnight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a scroll bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-5225614393560350336?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/5225614393560350336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=5225614393560350336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5225614393560350336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5225614393560350336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-3194702431568541185</id><published>2008-10-26T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:26:41.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trashy T.V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.concurringopinions.com/archives/television.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 357px;" src="http://www.concurringopinions.com/archives/television.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Trashy equals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; reality t.v; it really is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; how these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; and random shows seem to not be able to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cancelled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; they really need to be. An example of this is the whole t.v show lineup for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vh&lt;/span&gt;1. The amount of reality shows they have is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ludicrous&lt;/span&gt;. The shows like the Rock of Love Charm School, Real Chance of Love, and The Pick Up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Artist&lt;/span&gt; make me question America's taste in entertainment. I mean who really wants to see a person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;purposely&lt;/span&gt; make of fool of themselves. To really make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt; all of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; actions must be unintentional and then it can be considered funny.&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/5217872651002687567-3194702431568541185?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/3194702431568541185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=3194702431568541185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3194702431568541185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3194702431568541185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/10/trashy-tv.html' title='Trashy T.V'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-4662627652867639274</id><published>2008-10-26T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:54:19.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is very funny to see an accidental chain of events. I am talking about Friday at lunch in Mr. Thompson's room. The thing that was most laughable was the fact that it all started with a salad. Okay so Miss Bonaparte stacking the salad bowls to be thrown away the mistake ways putting it on the same table that Nico was sitting on. When Nico jumped down off the desk and knocked the bowls into Matthew's lap. His expression jumped onto his face and it was extremely funny. It was a "my laugh cannot come out even though my jaw is wide open" kind of laugh too. All in all it was very funny. Then after Matt got the stuff into the garbage he shook the trash which  caused the clam chowder to splash onto Mr. Thompson's floor another hilarious moment. We almost didn't have enough tissues to clean up the mess either. It was just an extremely funny day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-4662627652867639274?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/4662627652867639274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=4662627652867639274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4662627652867639274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4662627652867639274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/10/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-5090924743356899802</id><published>2008-10-20T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:53:21.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.funadvice.com/photo/image/old/25441/tiny/Smiley_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.funadvice.com/photo/image/old/25441/tiny/Smiley_face.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I try to laugh everyday because people tell me that it is good for you. Sometimes I laugh when nothing around me is funny and if this occurs in my awesome sixth period class then I will always and forever call it a "random giggle." That class really is my happy class. My mood today was not all that great, but I was able to put on a forced smile at lunch, but my simile as far from simulated in so many ways. First of all I must list my "partners in crime" this giggly bunch includes that European girl named Katrina,  Christine is my partner in three of my classes because we both love or auras because they go together so well, and Matthew Free&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;man &lt;/span&gt;is subjected to Christine's abuse all the time. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nosebleed&lt;/span&gt; was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of her because you might be confused by her English to German and then back to English translations, but she has a mean fist even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colten&lt;/span&gt; who is not even in that class knows her other dark secrets. The sounds that people make are so funny sometime &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; when it is not in a random setting where you least expect it. Katrina's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; with that tuner is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; to watch and hear. I also must comment on Mr. Freeman's creepy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuddly&lt;/span&gt;, and crude french &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;. You are also very tan which is nice for you and natural; keep doing that water polo okay and you might want to bring a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;face guard&lt;/span&gt; to class for now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The laughs that I have in this class are very stress relieving simply because when you laugh you are taking a much needed hiatus of the everything prior to that moment of complete and utter bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do not fret Mr. Thompson I do pay attention to you when you are talking, but I cannot resist myself during those moments in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-5090924743356899802?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/5090924743356899802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=5090924743356899802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5090924743356899802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5090924743356899802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-giggles.html' title='Random Giggles'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-4610924295515560936</id><published>2008-10-18T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:19:45.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/59/Scooby-doo-on-zombie-island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/59/Scooby-doo-on-zombie-island.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can you not love this movie and all of the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt; films. This series is one of the most loved things of our generation. Although, when I first saw this in the second grade it seemed more like a modern day horror film to me then. Shame on my mom for showing my sister and I that early. The one about the aliens wasn't that bad either. All the classics were good, but now they have been destroyed of all their worth because they had to make those new ones with their sharp and fancy colors. Why most people destroy the classic look of cartoons. I miss the was the background used to look like it was painted in water colors until one of the characters touched which made it magically turn animated. I must admit that the first human performance of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt; was not that bad I never did favor Scrappy he was a weird and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unneeded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt;. However, he did prove entertaining in the Halloween Special where they were at that monster school for young girls. I hope that comes on some time this year. Thirteen night of Halloween will be coming on soon too on ABC Family. All of you holiday fanatics should watch it and hopefully they will show Hocus Pocus again this year that is one of my favorite Halloween &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;appropriate&lt;/span&gt; movies. I love the Halloween just for the movies they show it is the same for Christmas too. I really do like ABC Family and this is a thank you to all of those people that keep showing the same movies every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-4610924295515560936?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/4610924295515560936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=4610924295515560936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4610924295515560936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/4610924295515560936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/10/scooby-doo-on-zombie-island.html' title='Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-3323242706493509885</id><published>2008-10-12T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:26:53.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rethinking things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My pep has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; zapped in the four hours of me doing absolutely nothing. Boredom really is a poison I think it really is a dangerous thing. I leads you to watch terrible movies like the one I am watching now. It also leaves you to think, which can end &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;positively&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;negatively&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; lead me to think of a really cute outfit for tomorrow and pushed me to look for some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;up do&lt;/span&gt; ideas for my hair. This helped me a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; just in case you didn't know, I am easily pleased. That little something may not completely change my attitude, but it does help to have that little boost. Wow that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; sounds very terrible to me because to me it seemed as if I was one of those people who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Valium&lt;/span&gt; or some other kind of "make me happy" pill. Very interesting although I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sincerely&lt;/span&gt; hope that I never become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;overly&lt;/span&gt; reliable on anything not even people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-3323242706493509885?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/3323242706493509885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=3323242706493509885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3323242706493509885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3323242706493509885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/10/rethinking-things.html' title='Rethinking things'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-5553476378937661969</id><published>2008-10-12T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:11:55.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;... is finally over. Which makes me both happy and sad. This makes me happy because I no longer feel like I have to be in contact with those that I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; in contact with, but on the other hand I wont have as many chances to talk to some of the people that don't usually talk too. Leadership class really is a great way to meet new people and see all sides to them. Even I start to become something like a chameleon depending on what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; I am in. For everyone that went to the dance I hope you had fun because it would be a shame if you didn't. And if you want to have fun next you should come find me and I will lend you some of my perkiness. Oh and how can I forget to mention how good our volleyball and football teams. Homecoming seems like it should be the big game next to the Bell game I suppose. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really know anything about football, but I do know how to translate another person's reaction as a sign that we did good. Anyway, I just wanted to show that I am in a really good mood and not even the bad grade I got on my Chemistry test was able to get me down it might have been because I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;expecting&lt;/span&gt; it, but oh well. I'll just make sure that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; study next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-5553476378937661969?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/5553476378937661969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=5553476378937661969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5553476378937661969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5553476378937661969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/10/homecoming-week.html' title='Homecoming Week...'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-6409021509508106593</id><published>2008-10-11T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:55:42.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to do Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are many reasons for people to do things. I do things without thinking, because I can and want to, out of spite, or sometimes I do things because people say "please." What I dislike is when my arm is twisted or my feelings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;manipulated&lt;/span&gt; into doing something I wouldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; do. Oedipus, Creon, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Antigone&lt;/span&gt; all had these problems which gives them an even greater human persona. Instead of just showing their divine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;righteous&lt;/span&gt; way of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-6409021509508106593?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/6409021509508106593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=6409021509508106593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/6409021509508106593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/6409021509508106593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/10/reasons-to-do-things.html' title='Reasons to do Things'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-2341343462249730560</id><published>2008-09-29T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:05:54.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush in Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.repairamerica.net/App_Images/pg13logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.repairamerica.net/App_Images/pg13logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wish I was at this concert I am currently watching on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VH&lt;/span&gt;1 Classics because it seems that if I were only there I could feed of the excitement and other feeling of the crowed and become completely and utterly consumed in every feeling swirly around me. I especially love the expressions of every single one of band members including the drummer. The expression was one of pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt; and joy like the most climatic moment in any sensual experience. If that was fake then bravo! If it was exactly how it appeared then i could truly say congratulations for finding something in life that can make you feel that way. The fact that the could make other people feel same should make them even happier. I know that you are not supposed to covet what another person has, but when I kept seeing that I wanted that feeling. Now all I need to do is find away to achieve that. I doubt it will happen this year, but when it does I will post a blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-2341343462249730560?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/2341343462249730560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=2341343462249730560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/2341343462249730560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/2341343462249730560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/09/rush-in-rio.html' title='Rush in Rio'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-6910419228555017975</id><published>2008-09-28T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:59:58.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You don't say that out loud."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That was a beautiful quote coming from one of our presidential nominees, Jon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McCain&lt;/span&gt;. The debate seemed unheated and there was a lot of "that is not what I said." There was also a lot of agreement. I did not noticed to much back and forth which is what a debate should be, well that is what my idea of a debate is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I agree that you can learn from the past, but the past is the past so it should stay that way especially when it is irrelevant to the current situation. It seems that John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McCain&lt;/span&gt; has forgot about that and the fact that name dropping (should) mean nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The part about the bracelets was interesting though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; had a good comeback to that one and didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McCain&lt;/span&gt; talk about receiving a bracelet at the Republican convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Overall I was not completely consumed by this debate except for the fact that the host/ mediator kept getting cut off by the two of them. If that was that I was paying attention to then that says a  very sad thing about my character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would also like to know if we have nuclear weapons because I am pretty sure we do, but we still think that no one else can have them without trying to use them. That is very interesting if it is true, but I do understand that some countries are making them to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; to Mr. Thompson for posting such a disorganized blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-6910419228555017975?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/6910419228555017975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=6910419228555017975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/6910419228555017975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/6910419228555017975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-dont-say-that-out-loud.html' title='&quot;You don&apos;t say that out loud.&quot;'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-7188619817908087464</id><published>2008-09-28T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:28:52.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Oedipus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All of the hackneyed phrases used in our culture really goes over my head. A lot of the sayings do not make any sense. Like "close, but no cigar." What were those people doing when they made that up? Some titles that are derived from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;derogatory&lt;/span&gt; meanings are wrong too. Like peon and brown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nosesr&lt;/span&gt;. If you were to sit for a while and think about what those could mean your mind might wonder into a very pessimistic place. Well I just wanted to post a blog about this because it was on my mind, because that is what blogs are for right..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-7188619817908087464?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/7188619817908087464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=7188619817908087464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7188619817908087464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7188619817908087464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-oedipus.html' title='You Oedipus'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-1927177308095450665</id><published>2008-09-25T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:59:01.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ismene says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ismene&lt;/span&gt; is the perfect example of a little sister. She is not completely free thinking and tends to follow what her sister Antigone does. So when Antigone comes up with the idea to give their brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Polynieces&lt;/span&gt; some sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;burial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ismene&lt;/span&gt; was quick to say, "But, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Antigone&lt;/span&gt;, if things have gone that far what can I do? How could I possibly help?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ismene&lt;/span&gt; was willing to believe in whatever the majority of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; was telling her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she was willing to believe them she limited herself when it came to what she thought she could do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-1927177308095450665?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/1927177308095450665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=1927177308095450665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1927177308095450665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/1927177308095450665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/09/ismene-says.html' title='Ismene says...'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-5384853876620207414</id><published>2008-09-20T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:27:56.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Awesome Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cNDSPutas8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cNDSPutas8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I that this was just the cutest thing ever when I this. And I must say that this is one of the best commercials ever. When I see commercials I normally laugh, then complain about how long they are, but as soon as I saw this I loved it. No one ever wants to be the odd one out all the time so it is great when you can let loose and go crazy with your friends. People feel like they can do anything when they are with a few of their good friends. At least I think I can, because I feel like I can jump up and dance a jig with my friends too. Anyway I just wanted post this to remind everyone why you should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; every friend you have ever had. This commercial completely brightened up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-5384853876620207414?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/5384853876620207414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=5384853876620207414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5384853876620207414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/5384853876620207414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-of-best-commercials.html' title='One Awesome Commercial'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-7129503316103391320</id><published>2008-09-18T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:06:48.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When to Say I love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/connected/graphics/2006/11/28/echeart28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/connected/graphics/2006/11/28/echeart28.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" I love you" can be considered a hackneyed phrase, but never the less people are keen in using it. There is no limit to how many times you can say "I love you," unless you are purely saying it just to say it. If you do love someone then shout it out. Say it every single second of the day in the same that the farm boy said it to Princess Buttercup(if you have seen the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Princess Bride&lt;/span&gt; you would understand that). Change your voice if you are trying to show your passion behind you words and if they love you too then your loved one will understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;. A person does not even need to physically need to use those words. A simple hand of the small of her back( I adore using that phrase) or even a speacial glance shared between you and your loved one. Anything and everything is fine because love does not lose its value when you do not say it enough or if you say it to much. Love loses its value when there was no meaning to it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was for you Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Miclette&lt;/span&gt;. And I hope by reading this people do not begin to think that I am a hopeless romantic because I really am not. Although, I am not pessimistic on the subject I not completely head over heels(even though you head is always over you heels) for it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-7129503316103391320?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/7129503316103391320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=7129503316103391320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7129503316103391320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7129503316103391320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-to-say-i-love-you.html' title='When to Say I love You'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-7195662468732006170</id><published>2008-09-17T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:58:40.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion: One Way to Ruin your Eyeshadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.wordpress.com/avatar/bellbeast666-48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://a.wordpress.com/avatar/bellbeast666-48.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You can always tell when someone is passionate about something by the  way their tone of there voice changes and the stern, but emotional look in their eyes. Feeling that passion course through you body in a surge of complete second along with a pure understanding of what you are trying to say. Passion has thought behind it and if you really believe in what you are saying you will not grow weary with fear. Which can be countered because like Aristotle we are not all martyrs to our own beliefs. I love that feeling though, even if it does makes me shaky with all the things I am trying to express with one short breath, but during that moment you can not stop yourself it is a blissful natural high even if it brings tears to your eyes. I think that people are the most happy when they can say everything they wanted to say so they are not walking away from a conversation unsatisfied and questioning everything that was said. Because once the moment is over you will never get the chance to go back to that exact moment and do it over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-7195662468732006170?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/7195662468732006170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=7195662468732006170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7195662468732006170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/7195662468732006170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/09/passion-one-way-to-ruin-your-eyeshadow.html' title='Passion: One Way to Ruin your Eyeshadow'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217872651002687567.post-3995221871116684725</id><published>2008-09-16T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:30:17.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of a  Great Debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This morning I became quite livid with one of the laws that were made to do during the presentation of the twelve tables. I am not sure who created, but the laws was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homosexuals&lt;/span&gt; and pregnant women are to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expelled&lt;/span&gt; from school," yet people in gangs are only suspended. Because i would rather go to a school with someone that might shoot me simply because I am wearing the wrong color instead of someone who has a different sexual preference than me. I know that I am not supposed to "attack"  the person you do not agree with, but how can you create something that ignorant when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to change for the better. Everyone should be treated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;equally&lt;/span&gt; and believing in the opposite is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;epitome&lt;/span&gt; of a provincial process of thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217872651002687567-3995221871116684725?l=ballroomblits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/feeds/3995221871116684725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217872651002687567&amp;postID=3995221871116684725' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3995221871116684725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217872651002687567/posts/default/3995221871116684725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomblits.blogspot.com/2008/09/respecting-your-parents.html' title='The Beginning of a  Great Debate'/><author><name>Carman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930389937152930321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXCiychgttQ/SqFKNHaZz1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dhbs2f-iFMI/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
