<?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-899489951570536532</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:25:37.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=^..^=</title><subtitle type='html'>"I will lie awake, 
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the way I hold you, 
Let you fall for every
empty word i said"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-7288331372118360644</id><published>2011-10-07T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T14:56:30.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lWOPmQdpgWQ/To91cGo593I/AAAAAAAAASY/amVgibcejFo/s1600/vampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lWOPmQdpgWQ/To91cGo593I/AAAAAAAAASY/amVgibcejFo/s320/vampire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660872382306973554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-7288331372118360644?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/7288331372118360644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=7288331372118360644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/7288331372118360644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/7288331372118360644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lWOPmQdpgWQ/To91cGo593I/AAAAAAAAASY/amVgibcejFo/s72-c/vampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-1257959074679202792</id><published>2011-09-06T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T15:38:28.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When will the world learn....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;THAT I AM RIGHT... AND THEY ARE WRONG!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-1257959074679202792?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/1257959074679202792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=1257959074679202792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/1257959074679202792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/1257959074679202792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-will-world-learn.html' title='When will the world learn....'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-8535069599446317964</id><published>2011-05-08T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:14:52.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEA PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_o8yMd7S0Y/TccHLSr7W0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/pW7Gp0JjhIY/s1600/Tea%2Bparty%2Bwith%2BTulip%2Band%2BTootsie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_o8yMd7S0Y/TccHLSr7W0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/pW7Gp0JjhIY/s320/Tea%2Bparty%2Bwith%2BTulip%2Band%2BTootsie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604456151861910338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;if there is one thing Tulip and Tootsie have learned...&lt;br /&gt;no one expects death by tea party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-8535069599446317964?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/8535069599446317964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=8535069599446317964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/8535069599446317964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/8535069599446317964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2011/05/tea-party.html' title='TEA PARTY'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_o8yMd7S0Y/TccHLSr7W0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/pW7Gp0JjhIY/s72-c/Tea%2Bparty%2Bwith%2BTulip%2Band%2BTootsie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-6307166109749327073</id><published>2011-04-10T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:53:09.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TULIP and TOOTSIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHR6t27Q4wQ/TaJQTaznQtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VtXchkA5BZQ/s1600/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHR6t27Q4wQ/TaJQTaznQtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VtXchkA5BZQ/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594121981691118290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tulip and Tootsie were the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;                and very well behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ8zQcKlz7k/TaJQPO1xuqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0741IemopNc/s1600/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ8zQcKlz7k/TaJQPO1xuqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0741IemopNc/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594121909759490722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*They always did their homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RufSiLmZywg/TaJQLwEGJ4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PYVpwXPfeMU/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RufSiLmZywg/TaJQLwEGJ4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PYVpwXPfeMU/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594121849958442882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*They worked hard to earn their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfTvmYtPEPI/TaJQHsFfRZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XIimMe14J2Q/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfTvmYtPEPI/TaJQHsFfRZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XIimMe14J2Q/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594121780171064722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*They helped clean up the rough neighborhoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hB-vyrKWJDc/TaJQEd9jvII/AAAAAAAAAMA/iV3IpfxUWKg/s1600/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hB-vyrKWJDc/TaJQEd9jvII/AAAAAAAAAMA/iV3IpfxUWKg/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594121724840098946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and they would always go to bed on time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-6307166109749327073?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/6307166109749327073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=6307166109749327073' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/6307166109749327073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/6307166109749327073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2011/04/tulip-and-tootsie.html' title='TULIP and TOOTSIE'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHR6t27Q4wQ/TaJQTaznQtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VtXchkA5BZQ/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-6255692530570697560</id><published>2011-03-12T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T13:40:21.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once I Fell In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JRe4zLj2Tx8/TXvnWmHOWhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/N26YDLKVhDc/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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So it sure warms my heart  that i have some sweet ass friends who are right there to keep me entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jeff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; if you become a crazy old cat lady, can i be the grumpy old man who lives across from you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; you mean... when. Yes, yes you may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jeff:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:) Yes "when." i look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; me too! i feel like then my life will be complete.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nathaniel:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I miss you like Agnes misses a unicorn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; That is a lot! I miss you like hiccup would miss toothless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nathaniel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that is a lot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; it is! a whole lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nathaniel:&lt;/span&gt; i feel like you mean that! which means you do!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--g43WOa_mjw/TXaku22BtZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CFYc_3Y9ars/s1600/superhero%2Bkitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--g43WOa_mjw/TXaku22BtZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CFYc_3Y9ars/s320/superhero%2Bkitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581829913075365266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; nathaniel, make it stop raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nathaniel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Emily, I think it's time i tell you the truth about something... sigh... despite what i think, i'm not a superhero... i should have told you sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; oh man... my heart is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nathaniel:&lt;/span&gt; mine too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; can we still act like we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nathaniel:&lt;/span&gt; honestly, i can't help it. so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; YAY! CAPE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on the phone it was decided since nathaniel did not stop the rain, but instead maliciously changed the rain to snow... he is no superhero, but an evil villain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-5901638896232513476?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/5901638896232513476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=5901638896232513476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/5901638896232513476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/5901638896232513476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2011/03/favorite-text-conversations.html' title='favorite text conversations'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--g43WOa_mjw/TXaku22BtZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CFYc_3Y9ars/s72-c/superhero%2Bkitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-6484569206831951687</id><published>2011-03-03T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:09:44.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You call it stalking... I call it isolated adoration from an obscure proximity. (ninja style)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVanNzljUlE/TXAI2cA4StI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ovVJCw6PqhM/s1600/141_stalker-cat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVanNzljUlE/TXAI2cA4StI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ovVJCw6PqhM/s320/141_stalker-cat.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579969669637884626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to the boy in my exceptional students class,&lt;br /&gt;remember when we were in class and we met for the first time? (i use the word met loosely here) You waited and held the door open for me at the end of class. You smiled and for a moment: i'm pretty sure  i got lost in your eyes. you probably thought i was just staring at you... which i probably was.&lt;br /&gt;it is not that i stalk you per-say. more like i am overly aware of my surroundings when you are there. Can i help it that we walk the same route through the school to our next classes? no. the other day while we were weaving our way through the crowds of fellow classmates, my ipod began to play the song, 'i will follow him' by little peggy march. Ironic. but listening to those lyrics i realized there is good news... I'm not that dedicated of a stalker.                               &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will follow Him, ever since                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;                     He touched my heart I knew,&lt;br /&gt;                     There isn't an ocean too deep,                                                              &lt;br /&gt;                     A mountain so high, it can keep,                                                             &lt;br /&gt;                     Keep me away, away from His love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"ok... got that down"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             "well... you smiled at me once"&lt;br /&gt;"The ocean is way to deep and creepy"&lt;br /&gt;"man, that sounds like a lot of work."&lt;br /&gt;"peggy... you are nuts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all actuality boy, who still remains nameless... You should be grateful. there are so many different kinds of stalkers that you can encounter which are worse, like the puppy dog stalker. The person who some how manages to sniff you out and follow you around. they try to be your best friend, when really they are just creepy and when you finally get away from them, you look back and they remind you of a stray puppy locked outside in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the girl that will call you a million times and park my car outside your house in the pouring rain. I won't wait for you to come home and listen to 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' over and over again as tears stream down my face. No sir.&lt;br /&gt;I will simply be aware that you and i are walking the same direction. You should be flattered... I'm just enjoying the view. And i am even planning on talking to you one day. but until then we'll just walk in silence to the Woodbury business building when you will go your way and i'll go mine.&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-6484569206831951687?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/6484569206831951687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=6484569206831951687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/6484569206831951687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/6484569206831951687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-call-it-stalking-i-call-it-isolated.html' title='You call it stalking... I call it isolated adoration from an obscure proximity. (ninja style)'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVanNzljUlE/TXAI2cA4StI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ovVJCw6PqhM/s72-c/141_stalker-cat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-4214292354862455071</id><published>2011-03-01T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:03:46.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerds around the world UNITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4QSgY5iwlY/TW1x505TaAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ekDCOM052SA/s1600/talk%2Bnerdy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4QSgY5iwlY/TW1x505TaAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ekDCOM052SA/s320/talk%2Bnerdy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579240751647385602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why do people make fun of me for being a nerd?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I have no freakin idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anything better than getting lost in your own world of imagination? NO. is there anything better than playing like you are  fighting an epic battle with your fellow countrymen against the forces of evil? NO! is there anything better than building a fort out of blankets and pillows and being time machined back to when you were 8? NOOOO!!!! people... how could you not want to have the time of your life everyday? you can just be boring and watch your sports, scrapbook, read textbooks and generally have no fun at all. in the meantime, i will be reading all the fantasy books, watch the nerdiest movies, sneak through the school trying to leave as little forensic evidence of my presents to evade my enemies, watch anime, learn how to play magic cards.&lt;br /&gt;I will LOVE Ronald Weasley till the day i die,  even if my whole Successful Students class insists on making fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;While you walk through your drab black and white world desperately trying not to leave  smudges, I'll sore through my vibrantly blue skies, delivering packages on Kiki's broom. I'll dance and prance the night away in hidden magical meadows with nymphs. I'll strategically plan ways to achieve world domination! and since you suck every last ounce of fun out of the world, I will perfect the "levicorpus" spell and gladly dangle you upside down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-4214292354862455071?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/4214292354862455071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=4214292354862455071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/4214292354862455071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/4214292354862455071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2011/03/nerds-around-world-unite.html' title='Nerds around the world UNITE!'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4QSgY5iwlY/TW1x505TaAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ekDCOM052SA/s72-c/talk%2Bnerdy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-4269162264047326415</id><published>2011-01-10T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:42:44.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school....</title><content type='html'>So school.... here we are again standing face to face and all i can think in my head is how much i hate you. You make me stressed and pissed and take away my play time. You put me in classes with fetchers who think they are better than me... FYI... YOU ARE NOT BETTER THAN ME!&lt;br /&gt;You make me read stupid textbooks and put up with group projects. (which are the worst)&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all off, it is winter. So i am always cold and miserable and the bottom of my pant legs never seem to be dry.&lt;br /&gt;Some day i will be free of you and your craptastic way of ruining my life and when that day comes i will punch you square in the balls and shout in your face, "YOU KNOW WHY!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-4269162264047326415?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/4269162264047326415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=4269162264047326415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/4269162264047326415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/4269162264047326415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2011/01/school.html' title='school....'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-628676735641351682</id><published>2010-10-27T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:56:35.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People suck at their jobs</title><content type='html'>So the other night paige, eric and i went to rent a movie at blockbuster. We pull up and get out of the car and the delicious smell of pizza attacks us and we decided we wanted to get a order of their Italian cheese bread to eat while watching our film. So we head into blockbuster and rent our movies and walk over the little ceasers and this is how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:50 pm walk in store&lt;br /&gt;Me: "do you have any italian cheese Bread made?"&lt;br /&gt;her: "no"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "oh ok. well we would like some. how long does it take to make it?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "like 8 mins. But we close in about 8min"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "ok.. but you are still open for like 10 more minutes right?"&lt;br /&gt;her: "yes."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "so.... could we order some?"&lt;br /&gt;her: "but we close in like 8 mins?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "but you will be open for those 8 more minutes so you could make it right?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "...."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "so you are just lazy then?"&lt;br /&gt;her: ''...."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "really?''&lt;br /&gt;9:52pm - leave the store&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-628676735641351682?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/628676735641351682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=628676735641351682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/628676735641351682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/628676735641351682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-suck-at-their-jobs.html' title='People suck at their jobs'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-1416317011351778788</id><published>2010-09-15T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:34:44.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"that's the plan, rule the world. you and me, any day."</title><content type='html'>These are just a few questions that have been running through my brain as of late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- Does every person in the world who has a rolly backpack have to walk so g.d. slow down the hall? and... why do you always seem to be right in front of me when i am late? I swear these fools have some special skill to move with you when you are trying to pass them! GET OUT OF MY WAY! if you don't have something to carry the least you could do is pick up the speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/TJFJwugiRDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fV7kLwH3k5Y/s1600/pullingbackpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/TJFJwugiRDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fV7kLwH3k5Y/s320/pullingbackpack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517272119972611122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. when i googled images of pulling back packs up... it only pulled up pictures of children... so if you are out of elem. school... you should stop being so lazy and carry your backpack like a normal sized human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- Why do i love adam lambert so damn much? Adam, why even though it kinda feels like you are molesting me through your music, i still somehow feel drawn to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/TJFLNG-E2RI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jCq4gBSqJzg/s1600/adam+lambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/TJFLNG-E2RI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jCq4gBSqJzg/s320/adam+lambert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517273707086928146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3- Is there a way in this crazy world that i could find Zac Efron and make him mine? I really feel like if this happened my whole world would be fulfilled. And i know that without a shadow of a doubt in my mind that our life together would be a musical. We would just burst out in song and dance and it would be a way better life than any other man could give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/TJFMGsoZkNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_oWydr8M_sg/s1600/zac-efron-johnny-depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/TJFMGsoZkNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_oWydr8M_sg/s320/zac-efron-johnny-depp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517274696449102034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Are you Kidding me? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;     #4- You're really not even going to say you are sorry?                                           -this one requires some explanation... So the other day i was running late to school so i had to park way the hell out in the free parking and ride the shuttle. So i am sitting there and this kids backpack was leaking something. So i decided to be nice and tell him. he then proceeded to pull out his lunch box and take out his thermos. Well the idiot took it out upside down. (Who does that?) and it spilled all over me. ALL OVER ME!!!! Kool-aid, sticky sticky sick kool-aid. And then the jerkface moved to the back of the bus and didn't even say sorry. REALLY?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! BURN IN HELL.  #5-  if this picture can't ensure your friendship forever... who knows what can? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/TJFHmcHcvNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YNuN7AExhQA/s1600/36e07afc596d__1284385146000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/TJFHmcHcvNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YNuN7AExhQA/s320/36e07afc596d__1284385146000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517269744213605586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6- Can i ever just find a boy who will watch Aladdin with me and eat pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/TJFIN2uhZxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JjDNv34wMug/s1600/aladdin-lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/TJFIN2uhZxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JjDNv34wMug/s320/aladdin-lamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517270421371709202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-1416317011351778788?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/1416317011351778788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=1416317011351778788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/1416317011351778788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/1416317011351778788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2010/09/these-are-just-few-questions-that-have.html' title='&quot;that&apos;s the plan, rule the world. you and me, any day.&quot;'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/TJFJwugiRDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fV7kLwH3k5Y/s72-c/pullingbackpack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-2217641600619488245</id><published>2010-08-09T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:51:58.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these are the things in my life i will never understand.</title><content type='html'>MEAN PEOPLE- Granted i can be a colossal bitch... i'm not denying it, but i feel like i am sparing in my bitchiness and i only inflict it upon FETCHERS who ruin my life. However i see no reason to call me up at my job and get pissed at me for no reason. for instance i had a lady call in today who wanted to ask me a question which i most likely could have provided her with an answer, but it is part of my job to get information from every caller. so i am going about my same boring as all hell questions and she flips the hell out at me. "why do you need to know these things. i have a customer to help and you are just wasting my g.d. time. i'm sorry that you can't help me, but i am just wasting my time with you. thanks for nothing!" to which i reply, "ok. bye" i was blown away by the fact that she didn't even ask me her questions. i didn't even have time to tell anything. the other funny thing is that she probably couldn't find the answer for her questions and had to call back and go through the process of answering all those questions again. i am just sad that i didn't get her second call so i could rub it in her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS- i don't want to sound like a typical boy crazy girl, so i will just say... BOYS WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? i am pretty sure that every boy i date/hangout with is more of a girl than i am. life is not that complicated. lets just hang out, eat pizza and watch tv. if you do that... maybe i will make out with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL- i just don't love school. i don't want to go anymore. i want to just marry an old filthy rich man and kill him so i can have his money. but as we all know that will never happen. so i just go and i am subjected to the worst kind of people. the absolute worst thing is when you are in a class and your teacher wants you to work in a group with your classmates. so you all have to exchange contact information. i don't want these people to be able to contact me. it is not a good situation. yesterday this theory of mine was proven when this crazy kid from my math class (who dropped out like two weeks in to the class) texted me and wants to hang out. REALLY?! really people? that is so creepy to me. just leave me alone and i will forget that i ever knew you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-2217641600619488245?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/2217641600619488245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=2217641600619488245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/2217641600619488245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/2217641600619488245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2010/08/these-are-things-in-my-life-i-will.html' title='these are the things in my life i will never understand.'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-3924640688176471417</id><published>2010-07-26T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:49:57.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nerd fest 2010</title><content type='html'>i just want the whole world to know that i am a huge ass nerd. i have been in my harry potter book club, watching star trek, playing nerd table top games and over the last week i watched all the 'lord of the rings' movies. i get so into them that i get the chills at some parts. we watched 'the return of the king' last night and i just got sooooo pumped!&lt;br /&gt;"Hold your ground, hold your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of woes and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you *stand, Men of the West!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-3924640688176471417?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/3924640688176471417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=3924640688176471417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/3924640688176471417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/3924640688176471417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2010/07/nerd-fest-2010.html' title='nerd fest 2010'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-2673273775088403295</id><published>2010-07-21T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:05:20.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my work is ruining my tv watchging time</title><content type='html'>i don't.. and i feel in my heart that i will never understand the world. all i want to do at work is watch hulu and for the last year... that is all i have done, but for some crazy reason we can't anymore. so i am left just sitting here not doing ANYTHING! i just want to shout at them, "STOP RUINING MY LIFE!!!" but no. i just sit here and try not to fall asleep. ABC family... how will i live without you?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-2673273775088403295?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/2673273775088403295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=2673273775088403295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/2673273775088403295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/2673273775088403295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-work-is-ruining-my-tv-watchging-time.html' title='my work is ruining my tv watchging time'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-3885559591189252463</id><published>2010-07-02T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:19:03.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy Gay Best Friend</title><content type='html'>I really think that all my problems in life would be solved if i had a sassy gay best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/lwnFE_NpMsE/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwnFE_NpMsE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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Friend'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-6823694535666313357</id><published>2010-05-07T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:46:01.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEOPLE, PEOPLE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>THERE REALLY ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE THIS MAJESTIC BEING. IF YOU HAVE NOT HEARD OF LESLIE HALL... I SUGGEST YOU TAKE THIS TIME OUT OF YOU BUSY LIVES TO GET ACQUAINTED WITH THIS DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH! I AM SURE SHE WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE AND BRING AS MUCH JOY TO YOUR WORLD AS SHE DOES EVERYDAY TO MINE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/J1c2KzJbcGA/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1c2KzJbcGA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1c2KzJbcGA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/GfDCsJlKtmE/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfDCsJlKtmE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfDCsJlKtmE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-6823694535666313357?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/6823694535666313357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=6823694535666313357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/6823694535666313357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/6823694535666313357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2010/05/people-people.html' title='PEOPLE, PEOPLE!!!!!'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-842133012364851973</id><published>2010-05-04T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:34:17.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things i feel in my heart right now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So these are the things that i just love in my life right now and you few people who read my blog can love them too... or... you can just think i am crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1) I LOVE that i passed my math 1050 class... On the first try i might add. Take that UVU and your stupid ass math program; sucking money for the hell of it from your students. Why would you make a program so GD hard that the majority of people fail it their first time. If i was a teacher i would never want to teach a subject that most people failed at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2) I LOVE that because i passed my math class i have the summer off. i made a deal that if i failed i would retake it during the summer, but luckily i passed and now i am free as a bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3) I LOVE abc family. They truly light up my life. 10 things i hate about you, Make it or break it, Greek and Wildfire are some of my favorite things in this hell hole world and it is all thanks to you abc family. so thank you. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4) I LOVE my Harry Potter Book Club. You might think that meeting every week and only covering only 100 - 200 pages at a time for 7 books we would run out of things to talk about after almost 40 weeks, but my friends... you would be very wrong. When you have the right combination of people who are nerds and love it more than most things and read more into everything... it is not hard. People make fun of me, but really it is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5) These songs:&lt;br /&gt;      1- Elvis - If i can dream&lt;br /&gt;      2- Simon and Garfunkel - The Boxer&lt;br /&gt;      3- John Lennon - GOD &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;#6) Reading. Now that i am free i can read whatever the hell i want again. Right now i am rereading Fahrenheit 451. Ray Bradbury is a wonderful writer. &lt;br /&gt;Ex. "And he thought of her lying on the bed with the two technicians standing straight, arms folded. And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death, but at the thought of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not crying&lt;/span&gt; at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness... i just love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-842133012364851973?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/842133012364851973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=842133012364851973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/842133012364851973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/842133012364851973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-i-feel-in-my-heart-right-now.html' title='The things i feel in my heart right now!'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-5079291351041989697</id><published>2010-03-15T13:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:48:53.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee-Wee's Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lately i have been feeling like when my alarm goes off in the morning... i hate my life more and more each day. I hate getting up... i hate getting in the shower. i hate blow drying my hair. i hate putting on my make up. I HATE scrapping the G.D. frost off my car windows. I hate going to math at 8:00 almost every day. But above all i hate the realization that i have to do it all over again in the morning. I feel like the only thing getting me through this world is the hope of summer. However today on youtube i watched this clip from PeeWee's big adventure,which i haven't seen in a long time and i just feel with all my heart and soul... that if i had mornings like PeeWee... I would love my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYyD55elKJA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYyD55elKJA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-5079291351041989697?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/5079291351041989697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=5079291351041989697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/5079291351041989697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/5079291351041989697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2010/03/pee-wees-morning_15.html' title='Pee-Wee&apos;s Morning'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-3083454076166901427</id><published>2010-02-19T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:21:19.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some good. some bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOOD&lt;br /&gt;1. I got a new Key card for work so i don't have to knock every damn day.&lt;br /&gt;2. New hair cute.&lt;br /&gt;3. New love of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD&lt;br /&gt;1. Lots of people are really, really, REALLY stupid and i wish i never had to deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Money ruins my life.&lt;br /&gt;3. The love of my life just doesn't seem to love me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-3083454076166901427?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/3083454076166901427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=3083454076166901427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/3083454076166901427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/3083454076166901427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-good-some-bad.html' title='Some good. some bad'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-407750759403921026</id><published>2010-01-28T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:42:27.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One man alone has ignited my hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PEOPLE OF THE WORLD!!!! HEAR THIS, FOR TODAY IS A GLORIOUS DAY! &lt;br /&gt;I was uneventfully wondering down the same stretch of hallway that I walk most days of my life at school, when outside in the courtyard a strange occurrence caught my eye. I wasn't sure if what I was seeing was real. How could it be? I turned the corner in to the infamous hall of flags where the walls are all windows and there he was. A young man standing on the top tears of a water free fountain practicing his amazing (or not so amazing) ninja/dragon ball Z moves. I, along with many other was drawn to the windows where we all just stood there in amazement. I was captivated by his jumping spin kicks, earth shattering karate chops and finally what can only be described as the opponent ending move from Street fighter, the one when you shoot fireballs out the palms of your hands. &lt;br /&gt;I looked around the hall baffled, as if needing some sort of validation from another human that this was real. Drew, an intriguingly attractive boy from one of my classes was standing to my left. I, feeling this was the perfect opportunity to break the ice with him, leaned over and said, "I am 100% sure this kid and I are meant to be best friends."  We continued to stand there creating our own dialog for this martial arts master and his imaginary nemesis.  &lt;br /&gt;I have been told that amazing things happen in the hall of flags and until this day I admit I was skeptical, but today my friends I became a beliver. Not only did it bring me my opportunity to talk to Drew, but it also brought me the young man who has restored my faith in the human race. Unfortunately I had to run off to work, but the next time I see this KungFu genius out there... I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VOW&lt;/span&gt; I will walk out the door and straight up to him, bow and say, "Master, Please teach me everything you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-407750759403921026?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/407750759403921026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=407750759403921026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/407750759403921026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/407750759403921026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-man-alone-has-ignited-my-hope.html' title='One man alone has ignited my hope...'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-3401962060277997409</id><published>2010-01-26T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:01:56.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you are going to have my name...then don't be gross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I know that i hate a lot of things and people in this world: Most of the people i work with, most people i don't work with, anyone in the world who doesn't know how to do their jobs, etc. BUT one thing i hate so so SO MUCH right this minute is this girl who is in my Philosophy class at UVU. &lt;br /&gt;#1- her name is emily also and she is so g.d. annoying. &lt;br /&gt;#2- She has to argue with everything that our teacher says, just for the sake of arguing, and feeling like she is some kind of individual. &lt;br /&gt;#3- finally... her voice sounds like a car engine that will never turn over, but at the same time it is so nasally. "OK... BUT" is all i ever hear her say... and also for some crazy reason she always sits behind me. NO MATTER WHERE I SIT!!!! so not only do i have to listen to her stupid stupid comments, but they are right into my ears. AND it was like she just came out of no where... the first couple days in that class were pure bliss and i didn't know how good i had it, but one day there she was... and she has been there ever since. a plague on my life... a leach on the side of my face, sucking, sucking, sucking the life blood out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-3401962060277997409?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/3401962060277997409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=3401962060277997409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/3401962060277997409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/3401962060277997409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-you-are-going-to-have-my-name.html' title='If you are going to have my name...then don&apos;t be gross'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-8798856804250668415</id><published>2010-01-24T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:58:17.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blowing up like a blimp? lets hope not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So the other day my friend posted some photos of us up of facebook. naturally i wanted to see what they were, so i go and log in... and sad as it is to say that they were awful. so i decided right then and there and if i need to do something about my weight. i don't feel like i am crazy fat, but there is always room for improvement, right? anyway... so saturday morning i lug my fat ass out of bed and go to the gym... I do all the stretching and flexing and ass clenching i can till i think i might die. &lt;br /&gt;I had planned earlier to go to subway for lunch with my friend and sister, but like usual not everyone wanted that. so we end up going to chili's... like that is helping with my plan. so i eat what seems like the best french fries i've ever had and long for more when my plate is empty. Then someone has the brilliant idea for frozen yogurt. So we go and get that for desert. Delicious.. but not what i should be doing. Then that night as we were all watching the new Lifetime movie, Pregnancy pact(lifetime movies are my guilty pleasures) we decided to go get treats. So not a good day in the way of losing weight. And to top it all off this morning paige and i go to holiday to rent a redbox and i end up buying and eating mostly by myself a whole bag of beef jerky.... oh well. I'll just start again tomorrow... sadly that seems to be the theme in my life... maybe i should focus on changing that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-8798856804250668415?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/8798856804250668415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=8798856804250668415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/8798856804250668415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/8798856804250668415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2010/01/blowing-up-like-blimp-lets-hope-not.html' title='blowing up like a blimp? lets hope not!'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-1738508433335103187</id><published>2009-10-28T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:28:47.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my list of things that must go....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So i was listing to radio from hell this morning as i normally do. i just love how they hate the world sometimes. Anyway they do this segment in their show called the list of things that MUST go and i decided that it is high time i wrote a list of my own.&lt;br /&gt; #1 people who tell me that their singles ward is the best ever and if i went to it i totally would go back to church...&lt;br /&gt;      - well let me tell you. EVERYONE thinks that their singles ward is the shit... when the truth of the matter is that... it just isn't. when it is probably singles wards like yours that make me hate the world and all of you in it. and if anyone ever tells me again how much they love all the members of their ward TREMENDOUSLY... i will throw up all over them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Babies in Movie theaters....&lt;br /&gt;      - i understand that when people have babies they are all in love with them and think that they are the best in the world and do no harm. I however feel very different. I am not a huge baby fan, but then people bring their child into a theater... then i really hate the baby, but even more i hate you stupid ass parents who think it is ok... i went to a movie once when the mother of a rather annoying loud child just let him run around the place. the kid was kicking my chair and making so much noise. i turned around and gave that lady the worst sink eye in the world, but she didn't even care and the madness continued. when we were leaving i said to her..."ever heard of a babysitter?" rather snotty. then she said to her friend, "it is like people expect us not to come to the movie." WELL NO SHIT. you can come, just get a damn babysitter. I paid money to see a movie and not to listen to your stupid ass kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Recapping American Idol or So You Think You Can Dance on the news.&lt;br /&gt;       - i just feel that if people wanted to know about what happened on those shows they would have watched that show in the first place. It boggles my mind even more when the show ends at 9 and the news starts at 9 and they recap it right away. i mean... didn't we just watch it... didn't we just see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 people who tell me how bad diet drinks are for me...&lt;br /&gt;      - i know they are bad for me. i know, but i am still going to drink them and you telling me isn't going to change my mind. and how everyone thinks they are the only ones in the world to have ever told me... you are not.. i have heard it many many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Tom &lt;br /&gt;      - he is an old man who works at my work... he is in his late 40's i would say and is the biggest waste of space i have ever met... and he smells. i mean... he is married with 5 kids and lives in his mom's basement. he has a masters (or so he says) but he works here. why? you might ask... well if he works here then he still is able to get a check from the government to help pay for his slue of sick ass little toms. who will of course grow up and repeat the cycle to make the world a crappier place for me to live in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-1738508433335103187?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/1738508433335103187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=1738508433335103187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/1738508433335103187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/1738508433335103187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-list-of-things-that-must-go.html' title='my list of things that must go....'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-4916898463213010703</id><published>2009-10-22T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:52:31.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i am pretty sure... in fact i am 100% sure that i need to find some quick and dirty way to earn a lot of money. Then all the things in my life that give me woe will be gone... Just imagine if you will a world where you don't have to read biology, do math or work. Cause really you wouldn't have to go to school to get a job cause you are already loaded! I really think that being rich is the only way to live. So GIVE ME YOUR MONEY! &lt;br /&gt;but i know that that will never happen. i will have to suffer forever in the vast sea of lame fools at school. I just want to go to class and jump through whatever hoops i have too and then get the hell out of there. i don't want to talk to anyone. I don't care if i knew you in high school... i especially don't want to talk to you if we went to high school together. I only want to talk to one boy in my math class, cause he is the only one worth my time. that might sound mean, but really... you know you feel the same way. who really cares what someone you never talk to is up too? not me. so i just put in my ipod and pretend that i can't hear people when they start talking to me. so muhahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-4916898463213010703?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/4916898463213010703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=4916898463213010703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/4916898463213010703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/4916898463213010703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-am-pretty-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-5536375340765452685</id><published>2009-09-16T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:16:33.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i started school and i swear that the higher up in math you get at UVU the teacher become more of a waste of space. Not to mention that my teacher pretty much only wears three shirts. I have been there for what... almost a month now? and i have really only seen her in three different ones. So everyday in class i just think... this is so gross, but then i think about the girl at my work that wears the same evanescence shirt EVERYDAY! hygiene people! it's called HYGIENE! i don't want to smell you.&lt;br /&gt;I am super stoked for the Brand New and Manchester Orchestra concert that is coming up in October! It is going to be LEGENDARY! in fact all i listen to right now are those two bands. They are filling my world with unbelievably amazing lyrics! there will be one draw back to this glorious concert and that will be all the other people there. I just don't like being around sweaty, sick ass people. But i love Jesse Lacey with all my soul and would love to touch him so inappropriately (but i won't) that i have to go. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway... i think that is about it right now.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-5536375340765452685?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/5536375340765452685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=5536375340765452685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/5536375340765452685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/5536375340765452685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-5752227364520000174</id><published>2009-07-29T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:39:45.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to my heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;These are just a few things that you can do to worm your way into my frost enclosed heart... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;10. don't make fun of me for reading.&lt;br /&gt;9. If we go to a movie... don't even think about texting during it (unless you are  really good at hiding the light)&lt;br /&gt;8. Bring me now and laters&lt;br /&gt;7. don't tell me that you hate cats&lt;br /&gt;6. watch Disney movies with me&lt;br /&gt;5. let me have my own opinion (and i will let you have yours)&lt;br /&gt;4. drop by my house to say hi! even if it is a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;3. leave me a message if you call and i don't answer&lt;br /&gt;2. tell me how long my hair is getting&lt;br /&gt;1. Play with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know... so start working on those people!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-5752227364520000174?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/5752227364520000174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=5752227364520000174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/5752227364520000174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/5752227364520000174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2009/07/ways-to-my-heart.html' title='Ways to my heart!'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-260759109110811312</id><published>2009-07-23T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:53:33.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 and pregnant</title><content type='html'>OMJ! (which stands for oh my josh)&lt;br /&gt;I have a new love... not only will this tell you how lame my life is, but it will also show you how much I love reality TV.... I love the show 16 and pregnant. It is actually very strange when you take into consideration how much I don't like babies and how alien the whole process is to me. NOT EVEN MENTIONING HOW SICK THE GETTING PREGO PART IS! I just love it. I just think that the kids in this show are so crazy. I watched one about a girl named Catelynn and her boyfriend Tyler. Now just so you know... if you don't watch the show... lots of the guys on it are such dicks and you would just hate them as much as i do. BUT the boy in this episode is so sweet! I know that you guys all already know that i CRY IN EVERYTHING, but most of the time when i am at work i try really hard not to. So if i am finishing a book or watching a movie i can be strong and not cry (unless it is a lifetime movie! they get me everytime) but today i watched the full episode and there was no stopping them. i tried as hard as i couldn't to keep them in! The man who was cleaning the window that i sit next to saw me crying, but he was nice and pretended like he didn't. &lt;br /&gt;My brother and his wife had a baby back in Feb. and then when we were in California my cousins baby was over and i thought to myself... "maybe i could have just one child" It seemed like my ice cold heart was melting, but this show smacked the sense back into me and froze that heart right back up... So i guess i owe a big thanks to MTV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-260759109110811312?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/260759109110811312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=260759109110811312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/260759109110811312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/260759109110811312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2009/07/16-and-pregnant.html' title='16 and pregnant'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-455916585716565834</id><published>2009-07-22T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:55:39.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Count of Monte Cristo!</title><content type='html'>I watched this movie at work today... and i thought i would share one of my favorite quotes that Edmond says to his son Albert at his birthday party! &lt;br /&gt;"Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you: as Albert Mondego, the man!" - Edmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you wisse, wise man!&lt;br /&gt;plus look how steamy Henry Cavill is as Albert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SmdfAofLGRI/AAAAAAAAACY/_SZO2VaZZxI/s1600-h/twilight,+henry+cavill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SmdfAofLGRI/AAAAAAAAACY/_SZO2VaZZxI/s320/twilight,+henry+cavill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361358345880672530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-455916585716565834?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/455916585716565834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=455916585716565834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/455916585716565834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/455916585716565834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2009/07/count-of-monte-cristo.html' title='The Count of Monte Cristo!'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SmdfAofLGRI/AAAAAAAAACY/_SZO2VaZZxI/s72-c/twilight,+henry+cavill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-9082248353837984104</id><published>2009-07-20T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:56:02.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!</title><content type='html'>Yes… I know what you all must have been thinking, “where is she? Is she dead? Or could it be that she has forgotten all about us…?” well my friends it in none of those. The truth of my absence is actually a thrilling tale… well that might not be true.., BUT I’ll tell you anyway. &lt;br /&gt;I have been traveling far and wide… I have been from one ocean to the other. My slightly disgusting brother got married and we had to fly to Florida (worst place to be in the world during the summer I might add) so they could tie that knot. Also I just got back from the wonderful world that is Hacienda Heights, California! It is small and pretty unknown, but let me tell you folks… it is only 20 minutes from the wonderful beach. And there is nothing better than the beach. One of the best parts is the waves when the tide comes in… They are so big and crash so freakin' hard into the shore. I love it when all the little kids are playing out there and the waves come and smash them down to the sand… I know you are all probably thinking, “what in the world? That is the worst thing I have ever read.” But honestly people it’s not… I really don’t see how those young-lings weren’t all dragged out to sea. But you win some you lose some. &lt;br /&gt;Also Sound Concepts cut me loose… I am free of the Godforsaken place. PRAISE WHATEVER FORCES THERE MIGHT BE!!!!!  I really have never heard of a company that is so completely a waste of space. They don’t know how to run an effective work place and I hope they all go out of business. But now I have the best job in the world and it is amazing how drama free my life is. I will tell you what my day has consisted of… &lt;br /&gt;1. Finished my book&lt;br /&gt;2. watched Bill and Ted’s Excellent adventure&lt;br /&gt;3. watched Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey&lt;br /&gt;4. Talked to Kajsia all day &lt;br /&gt;5. wrote this&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;6. took maybe 8 phone calls all day&lt;br /&gt;So this is kinda long and I am going stop now, but I will leave you with the insightful words of Bill S. Preston, Esquire, “Be excellent to each other.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-9082248353837984104?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/9082248353837984104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=9082248353837984104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/9082248353837984104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/9082248353837984104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-6288281366624477224</id><published>2009-01-19T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:10:49.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid fools who suck at living</title><content type='html'>So here goes my rant of the day....&lt;br /&gt;At my work i am required to talk to the stupid people that call in and want to order stupid items to help cheat people out of their money. I hate them with all my soul, so they call in and order literature and then they get all pissed and call back and say that they didn't order from us and freak out because they don't have any money because pyramid schemes don't work. So they very well know that they DID place that order and that they DID verify the charge on their card. It is not like i can read minds and i magically got your card number and some how placed an order for literature that goes with your stupid ass company just to spite you. Please people, if i had your credit card number i am sure the last thing i would buy is something for you. (not that i really would ever steal any one's card number and buy things for myself, but still) anyway... so they always say that they are just going to stop the funds on their cards or say that is a fraud. Well my little fools i am the one that is in charge of dealing the the charge backs and let me tell you that i can prove every time that &lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE THE ONE WHO PLACED THAT ORDER AND YOU DID VERIFY THE CHARGE ON YOUR CARD.&lt;/strong&gt; it really warms my soul when i get the letters from the credit card companies saying that i have won and the customer has lost. it makes me happy to know that i am smarter than them. I really have no clue how some of these people get ready in the morning. I swear they must have their spouse/lover or crack baby tell them on how to put their clothes on cause they are to stupid to do it themselves. which makes me think that they must be talking to me on the phone butt naked cause how could someone so stupid get married. They deserve to be alone! the world is a mess and i just need to rule it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-6288281366624477224?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/6288281366624477224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=6288281366624477224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/6288281366624477224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/6288281366624477224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-fools-who-suck-at-living.html' title='stupid fools who suck at living'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-7694503401403913355</id><published>2009-01-07T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:00:51.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>as the new year is here i have decided that it is time to make some changes in my life, just like everyone else. Here are the new goals in my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Save money. I absolutly never save money. I spend money like it is going out of style. It is bad and i think i need to change that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Take my lunch to work. Not only will this help with my first goal, but it will also help me stop being such a fatty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I am going to stop giving a shit about my job. i have come to the realization that i am never going to be promoted because of a number of things. &lt;br /&gt;  a. i don't kiss anyones ass. &lt;br /&gt;  b. i am not a boy. You think i am kidding, but really i am not. &lt;br /&gt;  c. they are hiring a two kids that they fired in the past to be in a postion above me. So let me get this straight... You are bringing people who don't know how to do their job back and putting them above me and paying them more. Screw you guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. become more bitchy. now before you say anything i realize that this was my #1 goal last year and i did have success with it. However one fateful day i decided that maybe i should be nice and i decided to offer a ride home to a co-worker. Well let me just tell you. No good deed goes unpunished. I have been paying for that for the last 4 months. I constantly have to give her rides home now and for awhile i had to pick her up in the morning and get this... pick up her boyfriends little sister and her friends and take them to school. Not only did that suck, but the little friends smelt like tater tots. so i would pick them up and they would stink up my car. so i would have to leave my car windows down to air it out and then do it all over again the next morning. Lame. &lt;br /&gt;so there for i have decided that i still have to work on it. I faltered once and i will never again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be a better freind to the people that i do like and think are worth my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess for now that is all i can think of. So sweet action everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-7694503401403913355?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/7694503401403913355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=7694503401403913355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/7694503401403913355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/7694503401403913355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='new year'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-8937604597867762102</id><published>2009-01-07T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:36:34.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Diamond concert!</title><content type='html'>NEED I SAY MORE?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SWVKgD-fdMI/AAAAAAAAACA/JIedw3HQlmU/s1600-h/Neil_Diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SWVKgD-fdMI/AAAAAAAAACA/JIedw3HQlmU/s320/Neil_Diamond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288715252100199618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-8937604597867762102?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/8937604597867762102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=8937604597867762102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/8937604597867762102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/8937604597867762102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2009/01/neil-diamond-concert.html' title='Neil Diamond concert!'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SWVKgD-fdMI/AAAAAAAAACA/JIedw3HQlmU/s72-c/Neil_Diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-6181828897279244608</id><published>2008-11-25T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:45:52.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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I never write on this thing. I just forget and nothing ever happens that is sweet and worth putting out into the world. so even though that is still the case i thought... "What the heck!" actually i thought "what the hell" but i thought i would edit for you fine folks out there! &lt;br /&gt;so lets see... anything awesome... my friend Kajsia got married this last week and it was so cute. it was the first time that i ever got to see people get married. everyone seems to want to get married in the temple where i am not allowed to see, but not this time honey! it was so cute. i loved it. Ces and i were bridesmaids and we had to walk down the isle, which i tripped and fell into the banister. Yeah... i am sweet. so that was fun. we stood in a line which wasn't that bad, but my feet hurt and i had to touch a lot of people that i didn't want to. but some people i wouldn't allow to get close. i strictly watched my proximity, but there were others such as Mike M. Brent W. and Andy B. that i pounced on. Watching them get married made me want to get married... then i realized what i was thinking and snapped out of that fast. But it did make me kinda want a boy. Just one to hang out with and do puzzles. not one of the lame ass boyfriends i have had in my life have liked doing puzzles. what gives. i love them. So if you are out there my cat loving, movie watching, puzzle doing, kinda goofy man... come find me and we can puzzle our lives away!!! &lt;br /&gt;Also i freakin rock at school. just so all you know. I STILL have an A in my math class. and then i am not sure what my grade is in Humanities, but i am sure it is sweet! &lt;br /&gt;other things... it is way to cold in my new work building. i feel cold from the inside out never to be warm again. &lt;br /&gt;I just want to watch the precious.&lt;br /&gt;my cat sleeps in my room and i love hearing her purrr in the middle of the night. &lt;br /&gt;James the dumb ass at my work needs to be taught a lesson. &lt;br /&gt;i want to go bowling&lt;br /&gt;high school musical 3 rocks my world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is kinda long and really doesn't say anything amazing, but there it is!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-6175207895867940484?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/6175207895867940484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=6175207895867940484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/6175207895867940484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/6175207895867940484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2008/11/ta-dah.html' title='TA-DAH!!!'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-4159359798821750586</id><published>2008-07-15T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:25:31.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMERICAN IDOL!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night just might have been the best night of my whole life. I went to the American Idol Live concert. We were on the 6th row right in the middle... and can i just say... I love David Cook!!! I love him with my whole soul. He really is the better David. Don't worry i still love little David, but David Cook rocks my world in a major way. When he came out he was so amazing. He sang a few songs that were wonderful and then he left and my heart was so sad. But he came back!!!!! and for his last song he sang Billie Jean and it was HEAVEN. I would have paid the amount of my ticket to see all of them just to see him. I don't think i have ever been so star struck in my whole life. here are some pictures of the idols, but sadly they were taken on my phone and they are not all that amazing. but you should still enjoy them!!!  MEOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SH0HCeI_mJI/AAAAAAAAABE/p16HtKGbdC0/s1600-h/michael+johns+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SH0HCeI_mJI/AAAAAAAAABE/p16HtKGbdC0/s320/michael+johns+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223338881851562130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SH0G5f_hsZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kx-B7CAEfSU/s1600-h/jason+castro+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SH0G5f_hsZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kx-B7CAEfSU/s320/jason+castro+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223338727729901970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SH0Gyz50OwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jUeoZlXMs5E/s1600-h/david+a+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SH0Gyz50OwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jUeoZlXMs5E/s320/david+a+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223338612815575810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SH0GmtjESQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/svfLRj3pH6U/s1600-h/carly+smithson+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SH0GmtjESQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/svfLRj3pH6U/s320/carly+smithson+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223338404951116034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SH0Gbf2A6vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7-va8qj9Eiw/s1600-h/david+cook+best+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SH0Gbf2A6vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7-va8qj9Eiw/s320/david+cook+best+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223338212293929714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-4159359798821750586?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/4159359798821750586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=4159359798821750586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/4159359798821750586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/4159359798821750586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2008/07/american-idol.html' title='AMERICAN IDOL!!!'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SH0HCeI_mJI/AAAAAAAAABE/p16HtKGbdC0/s72-c/michael+johns+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-8957140198949498969</id><published>2008-07-10T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:01:58.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am in a very hate almost all the people in the world mood today. i just think that there is a handful of people that i know that aren't super crazy. so i think i will just hang out with them from now on. YOU NUTS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-8957140198949498969?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/8957140198949498969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=8957140198949498969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/8957140198949498969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/8957140198949498969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-in-very-hate-almost-all-people-in.html' title=''/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-899489951570536532.post-6285004295170299063</id><published>2008-05-28T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:43:57.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SD2VICVUFpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Krze3vfcEJY/s1600-h/43878072_9b440a24af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205480709607921298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SD2VICVUFpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Krze3vfcEJY/s320/43878072_9b440a24af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           So this is my very first blog post. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woot,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;) I know... I know. You must be so very excited. well i am sorry to disappoint, but it will probably just be about me. But then again... this is my blog and it only makes sense that my first blog should tell you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; about myself. So here it goes... my name is Emily. i am 23 and i live with my parents and i love it with all my soul. I work at a company called Sound Concepts (no... not car concepts and not sound warehouse. so don't ask me to give you a discount on you car sterio.) and it is not all that sweet, but have worked there for 3 effing long years. I probably should be going to school, but i'm not. all i do it work and play.&lt;br /&gt;         I play with my wonderful friend Anders. he is my best friend and we go on a lot of adventures together. They always end up being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; sweet and totally unexpected. there are a few others who make guest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appearances&lt;/span&gt; in our lives and i have some other groups of friends that are really cool and i like to play with them. &lt;br /&gt;         Every Wednesday night I go bowling with a bunch of sweet kids. It is one of my favorite nights of the week. I have my own bowling shoes so i never have to stick my feet in those sick ass shoes ever again. People say that they clean those disgusting things, but i am sorry. i have seen how they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;barley&lt;/span&gt; spray that stuff in there and i just don't think that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sanitary&lt;/span&gt;. Monday is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WWE&lt;/span&gt; Raw night. now you can make fun of me all you want for this, but it brings me great joy. &lt;br /&gt;          So... i love cats will all my soul as you might see from my picture. I am planning on being a cat lady when i grow up. (This plan is for a number of reasons, but one that factors in is that i don't like kids.)  You might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;i am kidding, but i kid you not!!! my mother says that i am a cat trapped in a human body. which i love. So it only makes sense. now a lot of you people out there don't like cats. that is fine. Let me just say that dogs are cool too, but if you kick a dog... more than once they just keep coming back. With cats you have to earn their love. I have been thinking about this a lot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;... why? you might ask. well i decided that in my love life i have been acting like a dog. and that is lame. i am not a dog and no girl ever should be! so basically cats are sweet and i am a super big fan.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; this is kinda long and not that awesome... maybe as time goes by and i have more to say about something that is super sweet or my freakin sweet adventures i will talk about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/899489951570536532-6285004295170299063?l=emmsb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/feeds/6285004295170299063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=899489951570536532&amp;postID=6285004295170299063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/6285004295170299063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/899489951570536532/posts/default/6285004295170299063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmsb.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>emms _b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11887601573734984416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isA3jnDETi8/TmagtPWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFoEKM7RY5M/s220/pictue%2Bof%2Bme%2Bfor%2Bart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zhfPvKmQKc/SD2VICVUFpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Krze3vfcEJY/s72-c/43878072_9b440a24af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
