<?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-218608581958906231</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:14:59.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggity Blog Blog Blogatttion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-6728318470583357967</id><published>2007-11-24T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:22:08.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah woo weee woo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/R0kHOnYi5II/AAAAAAAAACY/-83lfeJpfYk/s1600-h/MORE+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136644797664257154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/R0kHOnYi5II/AAAAAAAAACY/-83lfeJpfYk/s400/MORE+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's addicted to Claritin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-6728318470583357967?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/6728318470583357967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=6728318470583357967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/6728318470583357967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/6728318470583357967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/11/wah-woo-weee-woo.html' title='Wah woo weee woo'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/R0kHOnYi5II/AAAAAAAAACY/-83lfeJpfYk/s72-c/MORE+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-7413141148813377165</id><published>2007-11-21T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T19:42:11.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wrote this but i don't mean it anymore</title><content type='html'>lightning in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;pierce my heart&lt;br /&gt;my thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long for him to see&lt;br /&gt;the real&lt;br /&gt;the great in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i saw from the start&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a part&lt;br /&gt;of his life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-7413141148813377165?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/7413141148813377165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=7413141148813377165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/7413141148813377165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/7413141148813377165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wrote-this-but-i-dont-mean-it-anymore.html' title='i wrote this but i don&apos;t mean it anymore'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-331042371256332278</id><published>2007-11-18T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:22:09.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes you feel like a nut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/R0Evp3sHc1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/v5uvC2gqRdw/s1600-h/YAYAYAYAYA+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134437446549205842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/R0Evp3sHc1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/v5uvC2gqRdw/s400/YAYAYAYAYA+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sometimes you feel like making a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-331042371256332278?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/331042371256332278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=331042371256332278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/331042371256332278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/331042371256332278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/11/sometimes-you-feel-like-nut.html' title='sometimes you feel like a nut'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/R0Evp3sHc1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/v5uvC2gqRdw/s72-c/YAYAYAYAYA+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-4687374499508683007</id><published>2007-11-18T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:40:12.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more</title><content type='html'>I hereby withdraw my plea to find a sensitive bad boy. Because you know what: The sensitivity is one big joke. The sensitivity is what they use to lure in innocent victims like me into thinking that there is more to them than body odor and dirty words. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't care about anything but themselves, and I have realized that. If they did, they would stop being bad. They would stop smoking because second hand smoke kills too. They would dress nicely every now and then so that you could actually take them somewhere. I didn't see it until now. Bad boys are just selfish boys; doing what they want, when they want, no matter who it affects. The whole "I don't care" attitude can be a little attractive because I want someone who doesn't worry what people think of them, but the bad boy takes that idea to an unessesary extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am done. What girl in her right mind would ask for a bad boy? I don't know what I was thinking. They just seem......sort of.....skanky to me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no more. I don't want a bad boy. I don't want a boy at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-4687374499508683007?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/4687374499508683007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=4687374499508683007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/4687374499508683007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/4687374499508683007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more.html' title='No more'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-3981534707963246939</id><published>2007-11-09T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T14:38:33.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh</title><content type='html'>So I have to go this wedding rehearsal tonight, and then the wedding is tomorrow. I'm not very good at walking. Add a dress (which I'm just not good in in general), some fancy shoes, and people looking at me. Disaster. Ah. Eh. Beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm really happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-3981534707963246939?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/3981534707963246939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=3981534707963246939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/3981534707963246939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/3981534707963246939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/11/eh.html' title='Eh'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-5526916453497742370</id><published>2007-11-07T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:17:21.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dice</title><content type='html'>"Because our relationship is a gamble......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought it????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving on to better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lord!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-5526916453497742370?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/5526916453497742370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=5526916453497742370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/5526916453497742370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/5526916453497742370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/11/dice.html' title='Dice'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-4586806643500522529</id><published>2007-11-02T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:57:42.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>Things that are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Lord!!!!!!! He knows me!!&lt;br /&gt;2. diet coke&lt;br /&gt;3. letting go&lt;br /&gt;4. getting to know people&lt;br /&gt;5. friends. really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;6. my family&lt;br /&gt;7. sleep&lt;br /&gt;8. changes. good ones.&lt;br /&gt;9. curly hair. natural hair.&lt;br /&gt;10. You. you are so cool. and if i can be happy, you can be happy. its been a long time coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-4586806643500522529?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/4586806643500522529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=4586806643500522529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/4586806643500522529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/4586806643500522529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/11/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-2299412487354377612</id><published>2007-11-01T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:22:09.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish it would rain so I could jump in the puddles. I wish my kitty would come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128044759190259106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/Ryp5iffWxaI/AAAAAAAAACI/XhhMNYIuBDs/s320/Amy+time+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-2299412487354377612?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/2299412487354377612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=2299412487354377612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/2299412487354377612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/2299412487354377612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/11/puddles.html' title='Puddles'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/Ryp5iffWxaI/AAAAAAAAACI/XhhMNYIuBDs/s72-c/Amy+time+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-7938391409832246958</id><published>2007-10-29T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:22:09.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is such a thing</title><content type='html'>There is such a thing as a sensitive bad boy and I will find him. He's a little rough around the edges but also very sweet and attentive. People tell me there is no such thing but I know there is. I just get so bored with the really normal boys. I want a boy who smokes but loves Jesus. I want a boy who's clean but looks dirty. I want a boy who wants to get married but will totally elope. I want him to be daring and adventurous and not afraid to tell people what he thinks. I also want him to have a brain and maybe some sort of decent taste in music. He will also have this huge capacity to love. And passion. And compassion. Bah. He's out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126950272674219394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RyaWG_fWxYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/t4w3UsKeYp0/s320/jake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-7938391409832246958?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/7938391409832246958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=7938391409832246958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/7938391409832246958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/7938391409832246958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-is-such-thing.html' title='There is such a thing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RyaWG_fWxYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/t4w3UsKeYp0/s72-c/jake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-6404948686197754028</id><published>2007-10-23T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:03:58.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My body is backwards;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a hollow husk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not a person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just specks of dust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-6404948686197754028?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/6404948686197754028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=6404948686197754028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/6404948686197754028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/6404948686197754028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-it.html' title='This is it'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-2857462433761428481</id><published>2007-10-16T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:10:17.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hayleynewman.com/images/artwork/168/you_blew_my_mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand" height="476" alt="" src="http://www.hayleynewman.com/images/artwork/168/you_blew_my_mind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goal-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significant other-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ambition-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blakeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wingless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is my mind?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-2857462433761428481?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/2857462433761428481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=2857462433761428481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/2857462433761428481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/2857462433761428481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/10/hate.html' title='Hate'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-2935737983146753175</id><published>2007-10-09T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:18:05.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Song by Paul Verlaine</title><content type='html'>With long sobs&lt;br /&gt;the violin-throbs&lt;br /&gt;of autumn wound&lt;br /&gt;my heart with languorous&lt;br /&gt;and monotonous&lt;br /&gt;sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choking and pale&lt;br /&gt;when I mind the tale&lt;br /&gt;the hours keep,&lt;br /&gt;my memory strays&lt;br /&gt;down other days&lt;br /&gt;and I weep;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I let me go&lt;br /&gt;where ill winds blow,&lt;br /&gt;now here, now there,&lt;br /&gt;harried and sped,&lt;br /&gt;even as a dead&lt;br /&gt;leaf, anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-2935737983146753175?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/2935737983146753175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=2935737983146753175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/2935737983146753175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/2935737983146753175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/10/autumn-song-by-paul-verlaine.html' title='Autumn Song by Paul Verlaine'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-6990618790615511967</id><published>2007-10-09T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:15:46.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Phil is the one for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=8240629"&gt;Fresh Prince of bel-air - will sings to phil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=8240629&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=8240629&amp;title=Fresh Prince of bel-air - will sings to phil"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-6990618790615511967?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/6990618790615511967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=6990618790615511967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/6990618790615511967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/6990618790615511967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/10/uncle-phil-is-one-for-me.html' title='Uncle Phil is the one for me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-371546383454473258</id><published>2007-10-09T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:43:18.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY BLUE BIRD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lakesidenaturecenter.org/images/RT_BB%20Baby%20Bluebird%20from%20Linda%20Byrd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lakesidenaturecenter.org/images/RT_BB%20Baby%20Bluebird%20from%20Linda%20Byrd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning I come downstairs on my way to Dr. Aucoin's copy editing class and I hear a little noise that goes "tweet, tweety, tweeeet." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I turn and take a gander into my dining room and I see the sweetest little baby blue bird and he/she is flying into the window trying to get out. It was so sweet and sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I chase the baby around the house for about thirty minutes and I can't catch him. So I finally just pick him up and let him fly free out the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the sweet baby fly into the trees, happy and peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as soon as he gets to the tree, a huge mean ugly bird swoops out and attacks him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forget him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was my baby friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-371546383454473258?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/371546383454473258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=371546383454473258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/371546383454473258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/371546383454473258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-blue-bird.html' title='BABY BLUE BIRD'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-6045827314024555257</id><published>2007-10-03T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:37:06.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things, things that have nothing to do with one another</title><content type='html'>1. I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I watched the movie "Alien" for the first time ever today. I always avoided it because Sigourney Weaver is such a man sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I bought a bottle of canned air from Walmart and it doesn't work. I push the button and nothing happens. Now I'm really nervous that it will blow up for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am so ready to carve a punkin'. He won't be a sad punkin' this year, he will be a startled punkin'; a surprised punkin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Heaven is going to be really cool. And Sparkle Bunny WILL be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sour starbursts aren't exactly the ones for me. I prefer tropical ones. The plain ones work too. The sour ones were a bit of a dissapointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My cheeks are hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I still have a crush on a boy. He so makes my toes wiggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm really happy, but not because of the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why do lists like this always come in tens? What's wrong with only nine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-6045827314024555257?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/6045827314024555257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=6045827314024555257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/6045827314024555257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/6045827314024555257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-things-things-that-have-nothing-to.html' title='10 Things, things that have nothing to do with one another'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-2755585757088859288</id><published>2007-10-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:22:10.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Costume Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RwKAoBA2JwI/AAAAAAAAABw/Qr836pujsPA/s1600-h/YAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116793551601411842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RwKAoBA2JwI/AAAAAAAAABw/Qr836pujsPA/s200/YAY.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chad and Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what oh what do I want to be for Halloween? Please help me decide!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-2755585757088859288?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/2755585757088859288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=2755585757088859288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/2755585757088859288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/2755585757088859288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-costume-ideas.html' title='Halloween Costume Ideas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RwKAoBA2JwI/AAAAAAAAABw/Qr836pujsPA/s72-c/YAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-7936118475622438681</id><published>2007-10-01T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:27:08.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCTOBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.horizoncardsandprints.com/Image%20Gallery/Plant%20Gallery/Fall-Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 673px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="154" alt="" src="http://www.horizoncardsandprints.com/Image%20Gallery/Plant%20Gallery/Fall-Leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the first day of October (my favorite month!) and I have a crush on a boy! I'm giddy and ridiculous and I love it. This fall, we will sit on a porch swing together drinking hot tea and discussing music and movies. He will hold my hand and we wil watch scary movies on the couch and cuddle. I will rake up crisp fall leaves and we will jump in them together. We will go on the ferris wheel at the fair and he will kiss me when we get to the top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wolfsdencrafts.com/uploads/Large_Green_Pilgrim_Centerpiece.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love October! It is the perfect month to fall in love. I am determined that no one is going to ruin it for me this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I'm not crazy, I'm just female.&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/218608581958906231-7936118475622438681?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/7936118475622438681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=7936118475622438681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/7936118475622438681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/7936118475622438681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/10/october.html' title='OCTOBER'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-3170650979396834321</id><published>2007-09-26T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:21:16.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLIOT??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/thumb/6/61/GreenPlanet.JPG/180px-GreenPlanet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="476" alt="" src="http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/thumb/6/61/GreenPlanet.JPG/180px-GreenPlanet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The movie E.T. is the reason that I love Reeses Pieces. Buy me some and I'll love you forever. That's a promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://www.sugarstand.com/images/sc/sc0098c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sugarstand.com/images/sc/sc0098c.jpg"&gt;&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/218608581958906231-3170650979396834321?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/3170650979396834321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=3170650979396834321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/3170650979396834321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/3170650979396834321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/09/elliot.html' title='ELLIOT??'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-7231830141226384082</id><published>2007-09-21T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:22:10.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Crimes by Damien Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RvRr1Ry21rI/AAAAAAAAABo/v5P7Mo6FK2k/s1600-h/Nine+crimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112830040026306226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RvRr1Ry21rI/AAAAAAAAABo/v5P7Mo6FK2k/s400/Nine+crimes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Leave me out with the waste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is not what I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the wrong kind of place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To be thinking of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the wrong time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For somebody new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a small crime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I've got no excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that alright with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Leave me out with the waste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This is not what I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's the wrong kind of place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;To be cheating on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's the wrong time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;She's pulling me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's a small crime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And I've got no excuse."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-7231830141226384082?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/7231830141226384082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=7231830141226384082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/7231830141226384082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/7231830141226384082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/09/nine-crimes-by-damien-rice.html' title='Nine Crimes by Damien Rice'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RvRr1Ry21rI/AAAAAAAAABo/v5P7Mo6FK2k/s72-c/Nine+crimes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-2703626501619462215</id><published>2007-09-19T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:22:10.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RvFiNDr33SI/AAAAAAAAABg/qqY2bppm5YE/s1600-h/people+always+leave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111975028509367586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RvFiNDr33SI/AAAAAAAAABg/qqY2bppm5YE/s400/people+always+leave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's true. But sometimes they come back. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I'm positive that I don't want him to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/218608581958906231-2703626501619462215?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/2703626501619462215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=2703626501619462215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/2703626501619462215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/2703626501619462215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s true'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RvFiNDr33SI/AAAAAAAAABg/qqY2bppm5YE/s72-c/people+always+leave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-94701935956592365</id><published>2007-09-17T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:22:10.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose piercings = I'm getting one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry Daddy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your little girl wants to put a hole in her nose. It'll be okay. I promise. It doesn't mean I smoke dope. It doesn't mean I'm going to run away with one of those bands where "them there boys are wearing them there girl's jeans!" It doesn't mean I'm going to whore myself around either. It's just an earring. Except for it will be in my nose. I love you daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your little girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111338735653647570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/Ru8ff8FUdNI/AAAAAAAAABY/gOTg32I1mH0/s320/demented.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-94701935956592365?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/94701935956592365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=94701935956592365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/94701935956592365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/94701935956592365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/09/nose-piercings-im-getting-one.html' title='Nose piercings = I&apos;m getting one'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/Ru8ff8FUdNI/AAAAAAAAABY/gOTg32I1mH0/s72-c/demented.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-905638878734696068</id><published>2007-09-13T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:35:01.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapunzel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/gamewardens/images/eloping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/gamewardens/images/eloping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have decided to elope. He will climb through my window and retrieve me and we will run into the night. And I will be happy forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Me&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/218608581958906231-905638878734696068?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/905638878734696068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=905638878734696068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/905638878734696068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/905638878734696068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-decided-to-elope.html' title='Rapunzel'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-7698877848886933533</id><published>2007-09-10T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:22:11.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why Rob Zombie's remake of "Halloween" sucked arse</title><content type='html'>As you may have heard, Rob Zombie, musician and creator of the movies &lt;em&gt;House of 1000 Corpses&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Devil's Rejects &lt;/em&gt;was recently &lt;em&gt;allowed &lt;/em&gt;by Dimension films to do a remake of the horror/thriller/suspense classic &lt;em&gt;Halloween &lt;/em&gt;(John Carpenter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RuXsua9hEjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E1aBl2AOyzw/s1600-h/RobZombieHalloweenSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108749634577175090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RuXsua9hEjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E1aBl2AOyzw/s320/RobZombieHalloweenSM.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those of you who don't know about or haven't seen the original &lt;em&gt;Halloween&lt;/em&gt; (which is just plain wrong if you haven't), it's about a crazy psycho killer named Michael Myers who kills his family when he is a child, minus his sister Laurie (played by Jamie Lee Curtis) and then goes on to finish what he started by killing all of her friends so that he can attempt to stab the foo out of her. Of course he doesn't get her in the end, which is why a long line of sequels follow, yet none of them are quite as perfect as the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie defined suspense. It may not be very entertaining to people who are really caught up in the psychological thrillers that seem to be so popular now, but in it's day, which is the 80's, &lt;em&gt;Halloween&lt;/em&gt; was the shit. Michael Myers was the perfect epitomy of evil, and to people like me, he still is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RuXxr69hEkI/AAAAAAAAABA/7qX5IWXVmBo/s1600-h/john+carpenter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108755089185641026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RuXxr69hEkI/AAAAAAAAABA/7qX5IWXVmBo/s320/john+carpenter.bmp" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why the hell did Deminsion allow Zombie to screw it up? Yes, there have been some pretty ridiculous sequels to this movie, but they are sequels, they aren't supposed to be as good as the first one. But a remake. A remake is a totally different story. If you are actually going to try and remake a classic such as this one, you better know what the hell you are doing. The whole point of a remake is to do what was done in the first place, but make it better. Give it some new life. Put a new twist on it. But you &lt;em&gt;do not&lt;/em&gt; go and totally change the rules and ruin what was good about it in the first place. These are the reasons why I think Rob Zombie is a dumbass and that he doesn't know the first thing about Halloween or the genius of John Carpenter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(In no specific order)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I feel as if Rob Zombie never saw the orignial movie. If he had seen it, he would have realized that one of the best things about it are the camera angles. The angles are what brought Michael closer and closer to Laurie. They start off wide shots and then the more we get into the movie, they become closer and closer together that by the end its as if Myers is close enough to touch Laurie. It created such a perfect feeling of suspense. Where were these angles in the remake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Jamie Lee Curtis played the part of Laurie Strode perfectly. She was the quiet and reserved virgin with a dark past that she has no idea about and Curtis knew just how to do it. Scout Taylor-Compton, on the other hand, didn't have a clue. I don't know if it was her fault or Zombie's but it was awful! Taylor-Compton was in a teeny bopper movie called &lt;em&gt;Sleepover&lt;/em&gt; and she was also on the Disney Channel show &lt;em&gt;That's So Raven.&lt;/em&gt; Does anyone else find this odd? Getting a teeny weeny gurrrrl to take the place of "the Scream Queen" herself (Curtis) is crazy to me. Even her part in the movie was terrible. He had Laurie making a long line of sexual jokes with her friends and being very outgoing, and we all know that Laurie had a huge "V" across her chest because she was so pure and she most definetly was not outgoing. A more experienced actress like Katie Holmes or Selma Blair would have been so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RuX4P69hElI/AAAAAAAAABI/2XNfZ9WVp1Q/s1600-h/myersonstairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108762304730698322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="171" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RuX4P69hElI/AAAAAAAAABI/2XNfZ9WVp1Q/s200/myersonstairs.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The mask. Zombie created a beginning which was not in the original film to show us a glimpse of Michael's family so that we could see what made him go crazy. This idea wasn't so bad, but he screwed up the mask. Zombie has the mask in the movie like the ones you can buy at Wal-Mart, with the hair attached. In the orignial, no hair was attached to the mask, it was supposed to actually be Michael's hair. This is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Zombie allows Laurie to actually find out that Michael is her brother because when he first comes in contact with her, he hands Laurie a picure of her and him as children. This never happens in the original! One of the best parts is that Laurie has no idea why this crazy guy is trying to kill her. But in Zombie's, he has Michael Myers being almost gentle with Laurie and handing her the picture. When she says she doesn't understand he freaks out on her. We all know that Michael has never been gentle with Laurie. That scene was not consistent at all with what we know about the original.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Zombie has Michael kill Dr. Loomis! Michale isn't supposed to kill Dr. Loomis until the fifth movie. How can he just completely change this? Part of the fun is that Dr. Loomis is probably one of the only people that has a little control over Michael. Even though Michael isn't capable of having friends because he is pure evil, Dr. Loomis is the closest thing he's got. Dr. Loomis and Michael have this weird hate/love relationship, and for Zombie to allow Dr. Loomis to be killed just ruins all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. This movie has zero suspense. From the beginning to the end, all we see is one killing after another. Most of the killings are of insignificant people who have nothing to do with the movie. Seeing one person killed after another in the exact same way is not frightening nor entertaining. In the original, Michael only killed people who could get him closer to Laurie The whole movie he is obsessed with getting to "Sister" and its as if Zombie didn't grasp this concept at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RuX9JK9hEmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R7jkRwj6TXU/s1600-h/Laurieincloset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108767686324720226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="237" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RuX9JK9hEmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R7jkRwj6TXU/s200/Laurieincloset.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. He didn't even include the closet scene. The very last and best scene of the original is when Michael Myers has Laurie trapped in a closet. She is freaking out trying to stab him with a coat hanger and he is set on stabbing her to death. The closet scene was so cool because it made you feel like you were in the closet with her, with only a thin piece of wood separating you from your eternal demise. Zombie has Michael chase Laurie into an empty pool. It just did nothing for me. It wasn't the same sort of claustrophobic insanity that the closet scene was. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. In the original, Michael killed his whole family, even his mother. Zombie only had Michael kill his step-dad and sister. His mother ended up killing herself later. This is another inconsistency. You can't go against what is originally there!!! And we all know Michael has no soul, why would he try to kill his sister but not kill his mother? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. The acting of the teenage girls was terrible. They see Michael on the road watching them and they think nothing of it. They act like its no big deal that this huge creep guy with a mask on is standing no further than 10 yards away from them. They just laugh. They are also some of the most terrible actresses I have ever witnessed. What was going through Zombie's head when he cast these people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Gore. Halloween isn't about gore. It's about being trapped and helpless. Scared out of your mind. Screaming and no one hearing you. Wanting to run but being too scared to move. It isn't about the gore Zombie. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Me&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/218608581958906231-7698877848886933533?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/7698877848886933533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=7698877848886933533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/7698877848886933533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/7698877848886933533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/09/reasons-why-rob-zombies-remake-of.html' title='Reasons why Rob Zombie&apos;s remake of &quot;Halloween&quot; sucked arse'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RuXsua9hEjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E1aBl2AOyzw/s72-c/RobZombieHalloweenSM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-2874732138117258985</id><published>2007-09-05T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:22:11.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is sexy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/Rt9vqq9hEiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CVkYOyXfM-E/s1600-h/Amy%27s+Sheet+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106923281338929698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" height="190" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/Rt9vqq9hEiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CVkYOyXfM-E/s320/Amy%27s+Sheet+088.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I'm sitting at this bar near South with my friends on a Friday night. We're drinking our beers, having a good time, listening to a live 90's cover band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up to order myself another drink (yes, I do order my own drinks...sometimes) and I see the image pictured above. "What the hell?" I think to myself. Actually, I think I may have said it aloud because I was about three drinks over my limit before I get ridiculous and my limit is only one beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BAM! I see this girl's buttocks saying "hello!" to everyone in the bar. My first instinct was to tell her! I was embarassed for her for about five minutes until I went and informed my friends of her situation. I had to! It was my social duty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of them told me the "secret." My friend let me know that this "ass hanging out of your pants" look was actually "sexy." Thinking that this girl intentionally lets her jeans hang down lower than her panties left me so bewildered in my drunken state. Is showing off as much of your ass as possible without getting arrested for indecent exposure sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is sexy, then I am obviously missing out. Why does leaving nothing to the imagination make someone more attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl should have just walked into the bar without her jeans on at all. It's not like I don't already know &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; whats under them. Hell, why even bother with a shirt? I'm sure that if I had inspected the front of her I could have seen her ta ta's also. What a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying she's wrong for this. Everyone has their own style. I guess I am just saying that I don't get it. I don't understand why baring it all is more appealing than barely baring anything. Doesn't the latter seem more fun? Like a game! Like "Guess what's under my clothes!!" Instead of "This is what's under my clothes. Show me attention if you like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-2874732138117258985?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/2874732138117258985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=2874732138117258985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/2874732138117258985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/2874732138117258985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-is-sexy.html' title='What is sexy?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/Rt9vqq9hEiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CVkYOyXfM-E/s72-c/Amy%27s+Sheet+088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-6636634396808572029</id><published>2007-08-28T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:22:11.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkle is "the one"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RtSrla9hEfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/QZ_-SEtVAmI/s1600-h/Amy%27s+Sheet+185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103892937098465778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="219" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RtSrla9hEfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/QZ_-SEtVAmI/s320/Amy%27s+Sheet+185.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've just now realized...that she hates me. My cat hates me. I do everything for her, and do I get anything in return? No. Of course not. It's all about her.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm calling her. Does she come? No. She just sits there. She doesn't even glance up at me.&lt;br /&gt;She pees on me while I'm sleeping. She takes poos anywhere and everywhere. She knows where the litter box is, and some days, only if she feels like it, she &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; use it. But mostly she does whatever she wants.&lt;br /&gt;Some days, to spite me I know, she takes her poo right beside the litter box. And do you want to know why? Because she can. It's her daily way of reminding me that she is "the one" and not me. Damn. I can't even raise a cat properly? What kind of mother am I going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got.&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-6636634396808572029?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/6636634396808572029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=6636634396808572029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/6636634396808572029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218608581958906231/posts/default/6636634396808572029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/2007/08/sparkle-is-one.html' title='Sparkle is &quot;the one&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438336970850791119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff249/akc303/042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2tuVpjaJo6s/RtSrla9hEfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/QZ_-SEtVAmI/s72-c/Amy%27s+Sheet+185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218608581958906231.post-4823366183269267509</id><published>2007-08-27T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:45:57.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First thing you should know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I relate everything to a song or movie in my life. I would rather listen to music or watch movies about interesting things than actually do interesting things. This song will give you some insight as to where I am right now. It's a song by Lauryn Hill called "Selah." Sometimes I can't be bold enough to say or even write what I'm going through, but I can find a song that can say it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing can be done against the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how we remain in denial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wasting time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Replacing time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With each empty excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that'll only work a little while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coping with despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing you're not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashamed to just admit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I blame it on the Son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Run away from everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoping to escape this ridicule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trapped in misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrapped so miserably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this deception that I'm wearing like a skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dying to mantain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I keep trying to explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A heart that never loved me to begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I'm such a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no choice but to confess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I've been desperately trying to belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lying to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everybody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Refusing to admit my right was wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then He came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise and meditation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then He came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you think about that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then He came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and it means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That it is sealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How beautiful is fruit still in denial of its roots?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My guilty heart behaved so foolishly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This treason from within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That reasons with my sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't be happy til it sees the death of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selfishly addicted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To a life that I depicted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conflicted cuz it's not reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh what's left of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I beg you desperately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause me to agree with what I know is best for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please save me from myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need You to save me from myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please save me from myself so I can heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The choices that Ive made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh have been nothing but mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a wasted use of space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should I die before I wake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In all of my religion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've fortified this prison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obligated to obey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The demands of bad decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please save me from myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need You to save me from myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please save me from myself so I can heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then He came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that's all I have for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218608581958906231-4823366183269267509?l=amyistheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyistheone.blogspot.com/feeds/4823366183269267509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218608581958906231&amp;postID=4823366183269267509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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