tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86305374507258689142024-03-04T21:39:50.736-08:00The Jumbled Words of Mount JumbalyaAn Aspiring Successhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15588459993307607540noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630537450725868914.post-6025135488590176712011-02-12T20:11:00.000-08:002011-02-12T20:17:12.880-08:00Can you say GRAMMYS?<div style="text-align: center;">coming soon to theatres near you..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipti8Q3r5NkkZGwMfzCaFfuA1NzSIY7Jf58UOkIzH0aF4WNO60bPzDs0ZCP61_xwB1KqCc0VTAk2LGMThV2LZ1y1Mnc_ZYsx7UekYR8DGovOxDMq1V4nyXQ1F7G7tBsNnkrmXU7aFzfGo/s1600/selandawesom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipti8Q3r5NkkZGwMfzCaFfuA1NzSIY7Jf58UOkIzH0aF4WNO60bPzDs0ZCP61_xwB1KqCc0VTAk2LGMThV2LZ1y1Mnc_ZYsx7UekYR8DGovOxDMq1V4nyXQ1F7G7tBsNnkrmXU7aFzfGo/s320/selandawesom.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The Wolverine Bull Breathing Feature film called..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>The Waltzing Companionship: The Beginning</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Starring:</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><u>Wentworth Miller as Keith Flynn</u></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><u>Selena Gomez as Chelsey Greenhaw</u></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quoted from The Keith Flynn himself:</div><div style="text-align: center;">"We do have a movie type story, but ours isn't Hollywood enough because that involves too much of the down side and not enough of the upside."</div><div style="text-align: center;">The story of two high schoolers on their own paths colliding, and reuniting to be together for the rest of existence. Featuring <i>A Year Without Rain</i> from Selena Gomez herself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/M8uPvX2te0I?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">^awesome ay? im totally going to watch it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLeNgDjUyysvl8XOHdj2jlDMwDYl8Qo1vBnl3CIXiRzmGi4LCTXc7zvVQhI4Jv_K5BZeT85vbklSrPHs5Jo3E5Nbc29NX24vWGl0EtxZ6aWZfaJRsJiHVeyTw8zcV2e-d_cXcT1gNSaw/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLeNgDjUyysvl8XOHdj2jlDMwDYl8Qo1vBnl3CIXiRzmGi4LCTXc7zvVQhI4Jv_K5BZeT85vbklSrPHs5Jo3E5Nbc29NX24vWGl0EtxZ6aWZfaJRsJiHVeyTw8zcV2e-d_cXcT1gNSaw/s200/Untitled.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Its two people together. They have found each other and have found love, and together, they complete each other. Each is the other half of the other. Without one, the other is incomplete. Life loses its meaning without the other..well, it loses half of its head anyways, which is close.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>It's what some would call TRUE LOVE:) </b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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S.I.S. We actually signed a contract..we were awesome. I even intruded on a conversation between a truck driver and someone. <i><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Creepin' in its prime.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b> Advice Column:</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> "I worked at Long John Silvers...Pizza hut...I cut onions...preparation...you have a lot of people...I will let you get back to me....I woke up watching a movie today."</div><div style="text-align: center;">^a five minute sphill..and thats all i got out of it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">After finally finding our voice again, my manger looked at me and earnestly said, "That was the weirdest time I've ever had with someone turning in an application." </div><div style="text-align: center;">My tips to this lady:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Learn to talk slowly.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Learn to let the other person talk, ESPECIALLY when its the one who is in charge of hiring</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Don't mention things that don't matter..like..perhaps, waking up to a movie?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>An Aspiring Successhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15588459993307607540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630537450725868914.post-5724092027566074242011-02-10T18:23:00.000-08:002011-02-10T18:23:07.478-08:00I'ma star!<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13Nh_r9IOnENWGbkFLsat3c3fmfkWlUD8mYILr_HrWvROA0btGT93Il-aGzDsZdpHAGbdaDBZimi4lwBcZkiSgKP-3P59tmOiviIeaq8O8dS7tszmJnOm9OEy6nYEzEbNbeTNciLrjVQ/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13Nh_r9IOnENWGbkFLsat3c3fmfkWlUD8mYILr_HrWvROA0btGT93Il-aGzDsZdpHAGbdaDBZimi4lwBcZkiSgKP-3P59tmOiviIeaq8O8dS7tszmJnOm9OEy6nYEzEbNbeTNciLrjVQ/s200/Untitled.jpg" width="133" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvRRoavTMTDb6L-O5FR8_qN-wJNCTHK4uyqrXzChVssBML0P4zgkTvOxNM-YaL-pYzIzDKBqtMh2rEQzp3iQQdX6eoYlOjeB5FFuT8IukGZt0HWHNPEww6-C_i5EYg5MRBCkWnQRA0P0/s1600/flying-cat-fight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvRRoavTMTDb6L-O5FR8_qN-wJNCTHK4uyqrXzChVssBML0P4zgkTvOxNM-YaL-pYzIzDKBqtMh2rEQzp3iQQdX6eoYlOjeB5FFuT8IukGZt0HWHNPEww6-C_i5EYg5MRBCkWnQRA0P0/s200/flying-cat-fight.jpg" width="200" /></a>So today a devasting moment happened..a kindergardener told me she DID NOT like my hair curly. Exact words weren't so brutal, more like, "Miss Chelsey, I like your hair down and not curly." What do you say to that? She has a cute lil' lisp, so i couldn't even be offended. Then the girl next to her felt like she should stand up for me, and said that she loved my hair curly and i looked beautiful. I thought there was going to be a lil' fight..can you say kindergarten cat fight? Brooklyn vs. Ellie. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>An Aspiring Successhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15588459993307607540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630537450725868914.post-76858887928195971452011-02-09T19:31:00.000-08:002011-02-09T19:31:06.400-08:00Snow day much?<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://sdfune-greene.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2011-01-01T00:00:00-08:00&updated-max=2012-01-01T00:00:00-08:00&max-results=3">Stephanie Greene</a> and I are sitting in the kitchen at the Flynn house hold right now, and I'm not quite sure exactly what channel is on, but I believe it can double as one for gays. The commercials advertise for a gay skater and also a very magical shirt that can make any male 2 sizes smaller (you may wear it under any dress shirt, tshirt, or shirtless if you'd like), but my favorite part has to be the show that is on..RuPaul's Drag Race. It's one of those shows that pull you into a trance, rather you want to watch it or not. I found myself nearly drooling as I marveled at these men calling each other sisters and rubbing boas against the wall while petting stuffed pussy cats. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9wXRRQFJ6IQrTUh-QvI7T88srFx1n8cHhDfc4Cf-4MIRuO5hnrd5HUADPeLbPg50luB6HLGsOVB2INjaikbkULGtijx3QRMStZsu3r1QkQjEEXBM8GnwuWTr9m8UGc8DC6tjKiM5zIg/s1600/DragRace303a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9wXRRQFJ6IQrTUh-QvI7T88srFx1n8cHhDfc4Cf-4MIRuO5hnrd5HUADPeLbPg50luB6HLGsOVB2INjaikbkULGtijx3QRMStZsu3r1QkQjEEXBM8GnwuWTr9m8UGc8DC6tjKiM5zIg/s200/DragRace303a.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Here are some quotes from Drag Queens in outer space 2 return to Uranus. I'm sure that is what your heart desires at this moment in your amazing life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Prepare to eat my eleganza.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>These balls will be on Uranus forever.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I did, thats why im your father, and your mother.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">--coming to theatres near you:) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...and at the end of the show, the winner of that round will recieve...get this... handcrafted silcone breast plates..WHAT A PRIZE:) Where do I sign up!?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GjXXad17OJutKmuJ7jgA9XdlPonAYHQUb91vmIxlihjeXl3Dyoij4c9k7r7E54raqx2Rw5qeEfCz_Ux4-zddSqUWWPA9TuKizJKVHANp9n9tRhg6_pwM5EZ5XOgt1p9FNPH1nmjjca8/s1600/snowwhite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GjXXad17OJutKmuJ7jgA9XdlPonAYHQUb91vmIxlihjeXl3Dyoij4c9k7r7E54raqx2Rw5qeEfCz_Ux4-zddSqUWWPA9TuKizJKVHANp9n9tRhg6_pwM5EZ5XOgt1p9FNPH1nmjjca8/s200/snowwhite.jpg" width="200" /></a>So this beautiful snowy freezing day was a snow day gifted to me from mother nature and the administration of the Willard School District. Do you find yourself curious on how I spent this marvelous day? The following is my story.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I woke up at 5:10, to realize I wanted to keep sleeping. At 5:40, I awoke from bed, stretching and yawning as the birds chirped around me and the bunnies hopped carelessly on my bed. I sang a beautiful melody as I smiled at all the animals and greeted each by their name in which I gifted them with. The squirrels grinned at me for they understand the unwritten language I speak with the animals.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNwEfNUEJZt6ieoPhWXRlPBnoyC4zcfefHs4Syz1LOmnW2uRKVl27Ic-Izggt3BBIN2Nr33OrRO3aG_Ch6sOzA9PO4e81syAdhwVuLPeoiOJBsLSrQek1oqsaQa5_TjzlNiS016ydoASo/s1600/onzie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNwEfNUEJZt6ieoPhWXRlPBnoyC4zcfefHs4Syz1LOmnW2uRKVl27Ic-Izggt3BBIN2Nr33OrRO3aG_Ch6sOzA9PO4e81syAdhwVuLPeoiOJBsLSrQek1oqsaQa5_TjzlNiS016ydoASo/s200/onzie.jpg" width="150" /></a>I glided my way towards the computer to discover that school was not yet cancelled, so I allowed myself to partake in an amazing hot shower that woke up my senses and got me all clean. As I went to dry my hair, I got a knock on my door. *knock knock* I go to answer, and my mom informed me that school was cancelled, and I should be sleeping. With this news, I went to try and fall asleep, and I succeeded surprisingly. With the official wake up, it wasn't as glorified as my fake out wake up;) and I began to run around my house in my kitten onzie and my basketball houseshoes that say 'slam it'. Such a beautiful combination. One year I wanted to wear the house shoes to school, so I took duck tape and layered it on the bottom; therefore, I can walk on water and be unphased! After wandering my house and cracking jokes with my brother, I look outside, and realize that my </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Hht-APHQYc9qRx8g55h6Vab7p4KsDq3sGzcxtxmAWRSgmlgIpZO59kN9i6LymxDRgW-3p2c5hfmTrGMxBNTSSTmFfBg7T8lHPB1AD7DMg-V-ivdb13c4jgq_qJ0zKz1X0pFEo_c0w0c/s1600/shovel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Hht-APHQYc9qRx8g55h6Vab7p4KsDq3sGzcxtxmAWRSgmlgIpZO59kN9i6LymxDRgW-3p2c5hfmTrGMxBNTSSTmFfBg7T8lHPB1AD7DMg-V-ivdb13c4jgq_qJ0zKz1X0pFEo_c0w0c/s200/shovel.jpg" width="150" /></a> chance to become the next King Arthur. The handle of a shovel protruded proud and tall out of a mound of snow, awaiting the strong average person to become extraordinary. It was my Excalibur, the mythical sword. In my mind, the excitement was overwhelming. Here was my chance to be crowned the Princess of the snow, the shovel as my staff! Gearing up, I head out to face my challenger and laugh in its face when I succeeded in my cause. Making my way to the outside, the cold air stinging my face with its wrath, and of course the knowledge that I was going to be the one. There was no doubt in my mind! It would be me! Making my way to the shovel's handle..I give my self the inner pep talk and take in the moment that was fixing to happen, just to have the moment ripped from me from the man that does everything, Byron. My dreams were crushed with the </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MK6-uvSy1KEWkj5QkZ-LBNf5pqxOEGiShFdFupRm0_q0ffow8oM2D_1y0Xf5FoU7mY4oeAIf02i_T1P3O1K0_Y7ISyTwFleSnz1aX4EdUlRjjCxrqRgsCM6TDXRi9QT3u5NSzUpNSkQ/s1600/random+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MK6-uvSy1KEWkj5QkZ-LBNf5pqxOEGiShFdFupRm0_q0ffow8oM2D_1y0Xf5FoU7mY4oeAIf02i_T1P3O1K0_Y7ISyTwFleSnz1aX4EdUlRjjCxrqRgsCM6TDXRi9QT3u5NSzUpNSkQ/s200/random+me.jpg" width="200" /></a> strength of his arms. Him, unknowing of the moment he partook, hasn't a clue of the power that was within such a moment. It's kind of like the question: does a tree make noise when it falls in a forest with no one around? No one has the power because he hasn't a clue, so all i have to do it set the shovel back up and wait for it to get snowed in and capture the chance again! The dream has not yet been eliminated! I make my way in, scheming up the future potential moment where I am crowned queen, and I receive a text from the infamous Stephanie Greene..it was time to get my game on and unite the team..Power Ranger shirt was a must. 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To pass the time I played darts with Chris..with MICKEY MOUSE! Such a trooper he is; target practice for when we have to face the enemies I will have to face having such a high status of SNOW QUEEN and all. Chris has my back. He is like my hired body guard, plus he is black. After a few rounds of Mickey Darts, Papa Flynn was here to ride off in style to the Flynn household. When I got there, it was time to show off our skills..at MARIO KART WII! I had the most consistent game play..last every time. It was most definitely Mission Lose ago, and successfully being fulfilled. At one point in time I got the speeding bullet THREE times in a row, and I still never passed anyone or saw anyone for that matter. What can I say? I'm awesome. I also feel obliged to ask, how the heck are people making snow men? Me and Stephanie had to stick with snow blobs for our putty people because it just wasn't sticking. 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</div>An Aspiring Successhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15588459993307607540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630537450725868914.post-81995659617459009512011-02-08T19:03:00.000-08:002011-02-08T19:03:02.349-08:00Just change a letter and its ok:)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwt6b_HiMi4naYVbiNG6hFqOGtNII0oQOf96XmUeY1PLAI5KtpTKHT25qmZH1CCnT78WJMw7ceKC0GiEX0LfwfL5c1iJ4nRtnnpq-kalscUw7YdF5aTZ-saBcv792MXsbD0fZDLjufPwk/s1600/laughing_seal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ECy2Sf59l0Zl60YzIt7TPEzwVmYorp0cWNo3OGxYg8HgfrCBXrVTRd3QT39gjSQ0m2iXDQMJGXQdkY_0FDwA_UcWQQgItdTetW0O7JYWPDAuMEFfNL0UYywRrltEFYliROB8PFhMGCw/s1600/linus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ECy2Sf59l0Zl60YzIt7TPEzwVmYorp0cWNo3OGxYg8HgfrCBXrVTRd3QT39gjSQ0m2iXDQMJGXQdkY_0FDwA_UcWQQgItdTetW0O7JYWPDAuMEFfNL0UYywRrltEFYliROB8PFhMGCw/s200/linus.jpg" width="200" /></a>I'd like to start this off with the weird vision I experienced last night. I was lying in my bed, feeling completely cozy snuggled up under my batman blanket and the beautifully quilted masterpiece that accompanies the challenge of keeping Chelsey warm when she sleeps. Here's an invention I thought of someone needs to create. Even when I am cold, my body radiates so much heat, so here's the ultimate resolution. What if we could somehow capture our body heat and form it into a blanket as soft as silk and fleece. Can you say millionaire idea? Because I sure can. As I lay there thinking of ingenious inventions such as this, I realize, for the second night in a row, I cannot sleep. The night before, I literally laid there from 9:45 to nearly midnight just trying to get some much </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwt6b_HiMi4naYVbiNG6hFqOGtNII0oQOf96XmUeY1PLAI5KtpTKHT25qmZH1CCnT78WJMw7ceKC0GiEX0LfwfL5c1iJ4nRtnnpq-kalscUw7YdF5aTZ-saBcv792MXsbD0fZDLjufPwk/s1600/laughing_seal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwt6b_HiMi4naYVbiNG6hFqOGtNII0oQOf96XmUeY1PLAI5KtpTKHT25qmZH1CCnT78WJMw7ceKC0GiEX0LfwfL5c1iJ4nRtnnpq-kalscUw7YdF5aTZ-saBcv792MXsbD0fZDLjufPwk/s200/laughing_seal.jpg" width="200" /></a>appreciated shut eye. OK, maybe that laying was interrupted with some reading. Its weird though, normally when I read, it makes me tired, but at night, it seems to have the opposite effect and gets me pumped and ready to know whats next. Why does it work this way? I do not know. I guess I just need to find something that wakes me up during the day, in hopes it would have the reverse effect and put me to sleep at night..ayy?, but anyways. As I laid there, struggling to find peace with the dream world, I began to laugh.To be honest, I don't quite grasp the reason I had for </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAr5VZoAid2TCcJo217cJPszdoypsyb80LueE-efvSL50dgw2ov3AHnbRWKhU9Vm0l_9wq-Qk-EKaQa59B0xLpZnTFeNsBayP56jQ7L-fitlCilOtrEiaZICw06-lZzuneWIAMDrHTrS8/s1600/Horror1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAr5VZoAid2TCcJo217cJPszdoypsyb80LueE-efvSL50dgw2ov3AHnbRWKhU9Vm0l_9wq-Qk-EKaQa59B0xLpZnTFeNsBayP56jQ7L-fitlCilOtrEiaZICw06-lZzuneWIAMDrHTrS8/s200/Horror1.PNG" width="200" /></a>laughing, but it happened, so I opened my eyes to stop this moment of hysteria. This is when the an odd moment happened. I looked at the foot of my bed, and there was a dark shadowy figure. You would think this would freak me out, but I was surprising amused. (and just a side note, it was not my foster brother Chris) As soon as I captured its presence with my eyes, I watched it tip toe out of my room. Oddly enough, I just closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Thinking back on that, it seems awfully odd to be at ease with such an experience, but I was surprisingly un-phased. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Ok, so at school, there is a cheer-leading awards banner deal, I think they had some very poor placing of the pom poms and cone. The picture speaks for itself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimp3cSLEwtRIHBDUY7DDHPolNPoO_1KdVO-o44_SZuxRPkSYVJuNnHQRJHjArZ-c2zHBC32-lfACVZ5Xj0z9hKXZDBlXNFazCdQp94zH00EyEwtU3JrzDNF4roVfAEz1nD3RjgsuXmLSc/s1600/cone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimp3cSLEwtRIHBDUY7DDHPolNPoO_1KdVO-o44_SZuxRPkSYVJuNnHQRJHjArZ-c2zHBC32-lfACVZ5Xj0z9hKXZDBlXNFazCdQp94zH00EyEwtU3JrzDNF4roVfAEz1nD3RjgsuXmLSc/s200/cone.jpg" width="150" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today, I had some sad news broken to me. Apparently, I am frequently caught making a face that makes me appear to be an ancestor of hamsters and gerbals. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwV6ckMufuV-K37aW5zEFAYNUHz2bc_zbc2V5A__LeVohVdXT_cFmD2n-ALP9tO6fwXZnoLe_FEO5SZuETmpAjndt1R0pAqsoPYlFVIdr6zawHN112kaHJsqthF2qtfQCaCbqv_AwiZpg/s1600/gerbal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwV6ckMufuV-K37aW5zEFAYNUHz2bc_zbc2V5A__LeVohVdXT_cFmD2n-ALP9tO6fwXZnoLe_FEO5SZuETmpAjndt1R0pAqsoPYlFVIdr6zawHN112kaHJsqthF2qtfQCaCbqv_AwiZpg/s200/gerbal.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> (the picture may be a tid bit dramatized)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today I had a teacher that could not pronounce Nigeria. How on Earth is someone like that able to teach me anything? I get dumbfounded sometimes at the reality of things sometimes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The following words are words of bother to me:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>ASKED</b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>MASKS/MASKED</b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b>DESKS </b></i></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">say them. Ok, now you may be wondering why did I just say them. Be sure you said them out loud. Now do it again, and concentrate on that last syllable. Now say it again, and hopefully you can feel my pain. Can one syllable really drag itself out to be that dramatic? I mean come on! There is no way to get around it unless you pronounce it wrong..like ast. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">During TNT, the news came on only to tell us that the guy was sponsoring..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">take a guess. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bet you can't. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I will give you a hint.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi074WZ1_du1aNfjvkfQmjaGdrWxs6MFyESgMWR6lH3-WPiQO9KuzuReN3RZN7-_7pSil3ggwPPRgJtDkyfmAAPeYE9gR5FSGwy3UNDHgKBXb3_NPjDZuwPqLZ3qZxDlDjCVJVH5S82vN0/s1600/secret.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi074WZ1_du1aNfjvkfQmjaGdrWxs6MFyESgMWR6lH3-WPiQO9KuzuReN3RZN7-_7pSil3ggwPPRgJtDkyfmAAPeYE9gR5FSGwy3UNDHgKBXb3_NPjDZuwPqLZ3qZxDlDjCVJVH5S82vN0/s200/secret.jpg" width="118" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you guessed an angel, you are wrong.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you guessed lingerie football you are totally correct! Man the quality things I hear at school sometimes. I gave a woot and a hollar. Who doesn't want lingerie football..I mean come on! With society these days, it'd be the next Jersey Shore.</div><br />
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</div>An Aspiring Successhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15588459993307607540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8630537450725868914.post-44989291921500448602011-02-07T15:21:00.000-08:002011-02-07T15:30:45.862-08:00im chris ask me questions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrvtznE48YyKOlRi40958DOfMlYKMBgWLl2nQM-Pk4AItEPRsSySdXAAS08GvkF-S4rcpe5ztXc0EtKBP_OvvDfi1O6wXSpyLAu2vN8mzH8dEVr-eB7ixN9ZRLvWcXkWv25nZvqX0W-4/s1600/shower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrvtznE48YyKOlRi40958DOfMlYKMBgWLl2nQM-Pk4AItEPRsSySdXAAS08GvkF-S4rcpe5ztXc0EtKBP_OvvDfi1O6wXSpyLAu2vN8mzH8dEVr-eB7ixN9ZRLvWcXkWv25nZvqX0W-4/s200/shower.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dear new clear shower curtain, please quit molesting me. I prefer to have my space, especially early in the morning when I am freshly woken up. Please and thank you, definetly not sealed with love, Chelsey.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZb-grn1zPdOp2A7wxXH9QAWsp1GSn4Dt2byfDZoAXFzpjl0IeBUJ9Y13mRQ5bhct__EXxgrXMwzjbrWkvA801M1rTpQoRwHKdJMeRuGL0tI4VuiTQkQ42VK5gFkvHTqlBuZ_hVX8MgNM/s1600/boredom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZb-grn1zPdOp2A7wxXH9QAWsp1GSn4Dt2byfDZoAXFzpjl0IeBUJ9Y13mRQ5bhct__EXxgrXMwzjbrWkvA801M1rTpQoRwHKdJMeRuGL0tI4VuiTQkQ42VK5gFkvHTqlBuZ_hVX8MgNM/s200/boredom.jpg" width="136" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This so called 'cabin fever' seems so foreign to me. I think I got an immunity shot against it or something because I don't feel I could ever get it. I guess I am just easily entertained, but there is always something I can be doing, like writing Keith, or doing a facemask while listening to Lord of the Rings. I never once sat around my house over the course of those 4 days and thought to myself, well dang, I really wish I were at school because I’m so bored. I read a quote one time that basically said if you are by yourself and you feel alone, you are in bad company. I think that applies to entertaining ourselves also; if we can't enjoy time on our own, then are we really as great as we may think ourselves to be?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPp_DCA62rpev2HZMGTZXyPoghfA6uhXPtjfYdlGDP69WI-B7ag2QhdeFKDKAe0USOL89F7DxhdsFVaz2dweH6Q12DG9rz8gMgBjqaN4u-UZWq2nmuVbbHI1-C7MUq5AES6vLKflbqbeU/s1600/facebook.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPp_DCA62rpev2HZMGTZXyPoghfA6uhXPtjfYdlGDP69WI-B7ag2QhdeFKDKAe0USOL89F7DxhdsFVaz2dweH6Q12DG9rz8gMgBjqaN4u-UZWq2nmuVbbHI1-C7MUq5AES6vLKflbqbeU/s200/facebook.gif" width="167" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My brother Chris makes me laugh; he’s a funny kid. Byron (my moms boyfriend, that has accomplished like everything it seems, but that’s a different story) didn't sign out of Facebook, and Chris took the chance to take advantage of such a moment. Seconds later, Byron's status was freshly posted reading "I like colored boys." Byron is friends with a lot of people that would be easily offended by that, so he made a point to say it had to go, but I quickly went and liked it before anything could be eliminated. I had to show my appreciation for such a moment.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCnFN0ZG8RWnFKnKAyuxj3xY5YDN-AW8jLw_rjgece1Z0ZJbSvxkX2o1M9bCm2Nlr1ITl0o0CnL7G5eMSy79kNoGFnN3lGZ7sGKkXS-NmxDYVVbxQRP8RNBz5Jd01Keku2NLIAtchjivE/s1600/cavalier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCnFN0ZG8RWnFKnKAyuxj3xY5YDN-AW8jLw_rjgece1Z0ZJbSvxkX2o1M9bCm2Nlr1ITl0o0CnL7G5eMSy79kNoGFnN3lGZ7sGKkXS-NmxDYVVbxQRP8RNBz5Jd01Keku2NLIAtchjivE/s200/cavalier.jpg" width="200" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">My poor little car is not made for the snow. She tries so very hard to trug along, but all that thinking "I think I can I think I can," isn't doing much for her. Poor girl, she is definitely excited about the snow being gone. She lives for the warm weather; she does better on gas and everything then. That’s when she truly shines.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHpPSs3VRRSOQpoWod914Xjw-Uglu8bTrx3H4m871UXyhFHg8my4oLCHlJvbRpzjiVZ94MyCKP16pDfY0cXe6pidv_NDDnWMuNrJxj4ynoyIwU8sSwajQaN_Hj_3-J7KbF3X9ZvQzMw-I/s1600/mail+and+snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHpPSs3VRRSOQpoWod914Xjw-Uglu8bTrx3H4m871UXyhFHg8my4oLCHlJvbRpzjiVZ94MyCKP16pDfY0cXe6pidv_NDDnWMuNrJxj4ynoyIwU8sSwajQaN_Hj_3-J7KbF3X9ZvQzMw-I/s200/mail+and+snow.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I got a notice in my mail box saying that I needed to clear the snow from the entrance of my mail box. Hmm, it seems a bit too much to ask in my eyes. I can shovel that all day, but that doesn't stop the snow plow from coming and creating a new pile of ice to build in front of it, blocking its way again. There is only so much shoveling I can do. I think that mail lady should have some understanding and realize that the snow is just something that has to be at the moment in time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnyy1_1N46WtGB9oy1Y7oKY0RlkN8AvHxDGRm0xBHRMjJ2aAYMIDgHY69O3kWqtD-RBf0HToEzqAXPCBAvG_Gc-yEHUT8W9-P8BSAl1aP6RHPyk3ZYu7LuSFWPRHN24ihJ_P_TYk3P6v8/s1600/thank+you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnyy1_1N46WtGB9oy1Y7oKY0RlkN8AvHxDGRm0xBHRMjJ2aAYMIDgHY69O3kWqtD-RBf0HToEzqAXPCBAvG_Gc-yEHUT8W9-P8BSAl1aP6RHPyk3ZYu7LuSFWPRHN24ihJ_P_TYk3P6v8/s200/thank+you.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">But wait..what is this? A thank you note?? Left from the mail lady? That caught me off guard..what a nice thing for her to do! That was unexpected. I take back all the anger I felt towards shoveling. I love when people show that they really do have a heart and that this world hasn't just turned into a bunch of unthankful selfish people.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFKNt9kmS71iJSByd_QPiwgeGRSx9BWkwru6b2CMMH1Fx5dKkG2M1JecW-V-hSf8o31OyLcZiVLh11Nfnk-yZTVOU8KXD-fZ_oI4vVk7qnIRhv93Zzdonimact79Hs5QY_a5czo_XkQw/s1600/shellfish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFKNt9kmS71iJSByd_QPiwgeGRSx9BWkwru6b2CMMH1Fx5dKkG2M1JecW-V-hSf8o31OyLcZiVLh11Nfnk-yZTVOU8KXD-fZ_oI4vVk7qnIRhv93Zzdonimact79Hs5QY_a5czo_XkQw/s200/shellfish.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Which leads me to my next point just because I noticed it, when i write selfish, it looks like Shellfish to me every time. There are a lot of words that just seem so odd to write. School gets me if I write it a lot. Who decided to make it ch instead of a k? It is a hard concept to explain to a kindergartner trying to sound it out by breaking it apart by syllable; it really lowers the self esteem. Why does the word write start with a silent W? What is the point to have a letter that just sits there doing nothing but confusing people? Geez.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hot cider is so delectable to my taste buds. Whoever invented that deserves some huge award.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">oh, and by the way, you may be wondering where the title of this blog came from, so here I will share this beautiful tale. I clicked the space to title it, and that is what popped up; therefore, I kept it. Compliments of Chris, of course.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msmz27Y-n8w">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msmz27Y-n8w</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">^oh, and this is a song that makes me want to dance a merry jig. </div>An Aspiring Successhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15588459993307607540noreply@blogger.com0