<?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-6246218517760273793</id><updated>2011-09-06T07:27:27.269-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Life...?'/><category term='Calender'/><category term='Mission Mulah&apos;'/><category term='Delimasss.'/><category term='MISSIONS M.I.A'/><category term='Motownn Missinnn&apos;'/><category term='Summer 2009'/><category term='Celebrity Infatuation'/><category term='Suckage'/><category term='HM(Hoe&apos;dMyself)'/><category term='Tin&apos;tinnn.'/><category term='Lmaoo'/><category term='Old Drafts'/><category term='Semi-Suckage'/><category term='Countdown'/><category term='Mi Angel.'/><category term='Eighties'/><category term='Acutally Joyful Post'/><category term='Sadness'/><category term='School'/><category term='Lovedd Ones.'/><title type='text'>blahblahblah. :$</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-7397168721757010262</id><published>2010-12-09T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:46:02.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a fan of reflecting..But,</title><content type='html'>2010 has been a great year, no lie. It had the good, the bad, the ugly, the tragic, the unbelievable, and the amazing moments. 2010 was legit my 'fuck around year'...I took nothing serious. I was so content with that. I've enjoyed myself. It's only one thing that I partially regret, but hey....Shit happens, right?&lt;br /&gt;But, I've learned to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;never say never.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cross to the other side because the grass is greener&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't dwell on shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when people decide to walk out, simply &lt;b&gt;let them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-7397168721757010262?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/7397168721757010262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-fan-of-reflectingbut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7397168721757010262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7397168721757010262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-fan-of-reflectingbut.html' title='I&apos;m not a fan of reflecting..But,'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-3397063262092677301</id><published>2010-03-13T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:10:10.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/S5xE66whRTI/AAAAAAAAANI/vTeL0PoVRY0/s1600-h/aweheeh.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/S5xE66whRTI/AAAAAAAAANI/vTeL0PoVRY0/s320/aweheeh.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I guess we're all wait for that amazing thing to happen,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-3397063262092677301?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/3397063262092677301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2010/03/guess-were-all-wait-for-that-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/3397063262092677301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/3397063262092677301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2010/03/guess-were-all-wait-for-that-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/S5xE66whRTI/AAAAAAAAANI/vTeL0PoVRY0/s72-c/aweheeh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-2719634970956425164</id><published>2010-03-01T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:17:29.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooooowwww, it's a been awhilee.</title><content type='html'>I'm just sitting here thinking, I would say normally....&lt;br /&gt;But it's kinda&amp;nbsp; not normal..&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about my future.&lt;br /&gt;Not really my present..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not much of my past because I know it makes me upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some disturbing news Saturday...Sunday...?&lt;br /&gt;One of those nights.. it was tough.&lt;br /&gt;The news led me to worry &amp;amp; also to the big feeling of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;The news was my Grandma [the one that actually cares, my Dad's mom.] had a heart attack...&lt;br /&gt;I felt worry, because it was my Grandma, I wasn't sure if she was okay or not.&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilt because I had an ample opportunity to spend my Summer with her &amp;amp; actually bond with her...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoeing around...literally.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she had given me the greatest advice that I listened too..but I didn't analyze &amp;amp; think about.&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest fuckups of my life, &amp;amp; I gotta lotta those.&lt;br /&gt;I never told her I loved her first, I always had the 'too'.&lt;br /&gt;I put too many before &lt;b&gt;my ownnnnn&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After I left for the summer, I never called her...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I only called my aunt once to let her know I made it.&lt;br /&gt;But from then on....no one heard from me.&lt;br /&gt;But there was also a moment where I isolated myself from everything &amp;amp; everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was basically borderline suicide.&lt;br /&gt;=|&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thenn one day my Mommy said outta nowhere..."God wouldn't do that to you..."&lt;br /&gt;But I still didn't call...&lt;br /&gt;even though I got the missed calls &amp;amp; the voicemails..&lt;br /&gt;I regret it...&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like it's my first time learning things the hard way..&lt;br /&gt;I'm pitiful,&lt;br /&gt;A horrid person,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; an awful granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been surreal,since I've moved here..&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten drunk, alot.&lt;br /&gt;I've smoked, [black &amp;amp;mild]&lt;br /&gt;I've fought my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I've become a friend to nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;I suffer random depression episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've ran away. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; My boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;idfk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to find a positive motivation,&lt;br /&gt;I always come up blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here.....&lt;br /&gt;NEGATIVE.&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely not good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna better myself, but idk where to start...&lt;br /&gt;.....I just don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek my happiness in laughter,&lt;br /&gt;but funny is only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;Every cigarette comes to a bud, &amp;amp; every cup goes empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile, I goof, I flirt...&lt;br /&gt;I play it off...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nothing's sensed. &lt;br /&gt;because I'm a good actress.&lt;br /&gt;I keep everything in...&lt;br /&gt;to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run wanna run to the horizon, reach the end of the Earth.............&amp;amp; jump.&lt;br /&gt;Whether gravity catches me or not,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-2719634970956425164?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/2719634970956425164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2010/03/wooooowwww-its-been-awhilee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/2719634970956425164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/2719634970956425164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2010/03/wooooowwww-its-been-awhilee.html' title='Wooooowwww, it&apos;s a been awhilee.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-5717959609933864045</id><published>2009-11-29T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T02:59:15.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heldd out, a lil;</title><content type='html'>Welll, it's been awhile since I've actually updated my blog. &amp;amp; I thought about &amp;amp; I update &amp;amp; re-do my blog once a month. Hopefully I get more posts in this month, &amp;amp; not late night posts this month. Those late night posts have been KILLING me, blogging @ 1, 2, 3, 4 in the morning; focking psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, so the theme of December is basically Graffiti; uhm, what the title means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Mined&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Conphettee&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sound it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mined [ mind ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conphettee [confetti ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what it means:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well the word "mind", your brain. &amp;amp; confetti, messy shit that gets everywhere when it's let loose. So like when I have all the good stuffn'shit on my mind, I turn to my blog &amp;amp; confetti it up &amp;amp; let loose. Ya know. I don't know how to explain it anymore than that so, if you don't understand then you do the math and get the shit yourself. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now that I've gotten that out the way. Uhmm, wellllll in a day it's going to be December! :] Which is indeed one of my favorrrrite months ever. But, this December has given my a really if-y/&lt;b&gt;EH&lt;/b&gt; mood-feeling. Why?, you ask..lol. Well really I think it's because this would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the very first December in my life without snow, I've cried @ the thought of this, seriously; I mean I've have had Christmases without snow, but not like a year or at that a month. :\ I'm a Michigan baby by heart, &amp;amp; two years in Illinois isn't much different; I'm used to the cool, yet still summery summers, the raking tons of leaves off the ground into one huge pile then jumping in it [which is pointless, but a joy of life], I'm freakinn used to the snowy, blizzards, Snow Days &amp;amp; No School winters, Christmases &amp;amp; New Years &amp;amp; then the rainy, perfect breezes and revealing of the grass springs! Okay, okay..I am probably being a &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; dramatic, so I'm homesick; SHOOTME, [rollingofeyes].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I've been thinking about going home [Michigan] for Christmas break &amp;amp; whatnot, since we have like 3weeks or so for the break. &amp;amp; that's in like 3weeks until the break starts. =\&amp;nbsp; But like I said, I've been *thinking* &amp;amp; welll, it's something in my spirit that's just not that "whoop-dee-doo!" fer Michigan. I mean I'm homesick &amp;amp; all but... here's the deal: I don't even care about my blood family up there, like it's just a flatout FuckYou to every single one of 'em. &amp;amp; well, the people I claim, I think they're jut about tired of me; well... I would be if I was them &amp;amp; plus...it's just basically an awkward situation waiting to happen, well not really. Welp, I'm not shure. But wtfev. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm, I'm gonna have to stop flatironing my hair, it's starting to break off =\ MoSDef. NOTAGOODlook or thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I saw these shoes; &amp;amp; I think they're pretty cute;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karmaloop.com/vendor/COV/zoom/112499-girzoom1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.karmaloop.com/vendor/COV/zoom/112499-girzoom1.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karmaloop.com/vendor/COV/zoom/112432-lepzoom1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.karmaloop.com/vendor/COV/zoom/112432-lepzoom1.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karmaloop.com/vendor/COV/zoom/112431-tigzoom1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.karmaloop.com/vendor/COV/zoom/112431-tigzoom1.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, these are apparently Converse Chuck Taylors, no off-brand type crap. I like Chucks, they're cute, but in one word they're classic. Uhmm, would I wear these? hmmm, okay well to start; I don't really like the White Cheetah, or whatever print the white &amp;amp; black ones is; I'm not a big fan of those; SO, those are scratched off the list. Erhhm, out of all 3, I would take the giraffe print ones; they are uber cute to me fer some reason, I probably wouldn't like wear them&lt;b&gt; wearthem&lt;/b&gt;, but they are some good for a collection; a once-in-a-while-thrown-on-with-something-cute-for-the-trip-to-the-mall....or movies, hmmm, or Six Flags; I could see myself walking around Six Flags in those looking cute...lol. But I like 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, I just Google'd [smile] the Hello Kitty G Shock that I saw in like early November; but it was a Baby G &amp;amp; this popped up when I was Googlin':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theriotclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/atmos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://www.theriotclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/atmos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would wear the fucking shit out this thing! [orgasmgrunt]UGHH! I loveee it; I, myself, is a Hello Kitty fan, along with just about 20million other girls in the world. &amp;amp; I have also became addicted-slash- a really big fan of G Shocks! but uhmmm, here's the Baby G, I first saw. I'm not &amp;amp; never really have been a big fan of Baby G's buttt, for Hello Kitty, I'd change some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mygshock.com/pics/Baby-G-x-Hello-Kitty-Sanrio-Collaboration-Watches-mens-watch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://mygshock.com/pics/Baby-G-x-Hello-Kitty-Sanrio-Collaboration-Watches-mens-watch.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They're cute &amp;amp; all. Actually, I kinda love'em. But they're running 495dollarsscrillacashyougmulahbaby. &amp;amp; uhhm, I kinda don't have 500$ to blow.....on a watch. Nahw dahwgg, not me; not now &amp;amp; uhh, maybe later on in my life, but shit there's way better things to do with 5hunnitdollas; just my opinion. Hello Kitty is &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt;! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so I know that New Balances probably not "in" or considered "cool" to some people, but shit; fuckthat. I would wear these, a good look to me. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theriotclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/new-balance-atmos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://www.theriotclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/new-balance-atmos1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I like 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, my mommy gets paid Tuesday &amp;amp; well, I wanna go shopping =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I saw some stuff in HT, then it's some jeans, like 2 sweaters, a cardigan &amp;amp; a shirt that I saw in Wet Seal; I didn't look in Chalotte Russe. I want some shoes, I was thinking about getting some Chucks, but I saw these Adidas that were kinda cute; it wasn't shit in Finsh Line. &amp;amp; I might get these two G Shocks I want; a pink one &amp;amp; navy one. =] But I do want another pair or two of Uggs, hmph; Idk. I don't wanna get my hopes up, because it seems like when I do..everything just goes underwater, it never fails. &amp;amp; I need some new sunglasses..yes, in the wintertime &amp;amp; I need some undergarment &amp;amp; boobholders from Victoria's Secret--those are mandatory. But, eh, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Remember: Smileeee, you never know who's watching. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm out like the 80's kids, bbl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;-Serm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-5717959609933864045?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/5717959609933864045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-heldd-out-lil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5717959609933864045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5717959609933864045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-heldd-out-lil.html' title='I heldd out, a lil;'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-1993518969878196583</id><published>2009-11-29T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:07:01.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivrant Thing &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Alrighhh, so; continuation from yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;November, favorite month, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really want to do something with my life,&lt;br /&gt;let go of some things,&lt;br /&gt;move on,&lt;br /&gt;succeed in SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; like it's starting to get &lt;b&gt;really really &lt;/b&gt;annoying, my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it, I'm far from satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;--Completely Unsatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what's wrong with me.. =\&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-1993518969878196583?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/1993518969878196583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/11/vivrant-thing-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/1993518969878196583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/1993518969878196583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/11/vivrant-thing-3.html' title='Vivrant Thing &lt;3'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-290945984837651463</id><published>2009-11-08T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:13:51.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For THAT NIGGA Kenny Boffmann.</title><content type='html'>Sooooo, in order for him to send me a gift on Farmville; I had to make him smile.&lt;br /&gt;....lmao, all for a gift on Farmville; &lt;b&gt;whattuhh looser I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm hoping that playing 18 by DCM is helping, because I don't know him like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lmaoo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But uhmm, what I do know about him is that he's pretty keewwwel.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;He is funny, he makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;stuff like this: ahahah ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/24v8jtg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/24v8jtg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; uhmmmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HE THAT NIGGA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHAHA, ily Kenneth P. Boffman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Sermm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-290945984837651463?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/290945984837651463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-that-nigga-kenny-boffmann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/290945984837651463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/290945984837651463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-that-nigga-kenny-boffmann.html' title='For THAT NIGGA Kenny Boffmann.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/24v8jtg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-6625162683781925083</id><published>2009-11-07T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:02:48.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooo, it's beeen fer-flipping-ever since I've updated this thing.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, where do I start.&lt;br /&gt;Well let me start with the last two weeks of October.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OCTOBER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay, so the last two weeks I didn't blogn'whatnot. Uhmm, I had homecoming; oh &amp;amp; btw. I don't know if I blogge this or not but for our homecoming game we lost....&lt;b&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt;, like 47-7, rivalry team too. We suck, exactly why I have no school spirit whatsoever. But anywho, Homecoming; I was supposed to go with this guy Justin [ughh, these J's...smh, ew.] Anyways, he asked me to homecoming I said "Yes" I mean I liked the guy &amp;amp; everything. But then I switched lanes &amp;amp; went into a crash course. So that Friday (Homecoming was that Saturday) my mom gave me the choice of going to the hairdresser &amp;amp; getting my hair done [&lt;b&gt;LIKE I SHOULD'VE DONE&lt;/b&gt;] but, like I had thought that if I wore my hair curly a.k.a AU NATURAL ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZa86hCCVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XjSjLZfs5NI/s1600-h/IMG000899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZa86hCCVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XjSjLZfs5NI/s320/IMG000899.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;BUT WHEN I WASHED MY HAIR &amp;amp; DID ALL THAT SHIT SATURDAY.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;it was a total fucking wreck, like it was just all bad. So I had to do my hair from &lt;b&gt;scratch&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; that, my dear, is not easy @ alllll.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That process includes all of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Washing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Blowdrying, &amp;amp; I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A FREAKIN BLOWDRYER. I had to do it the ghetto ass way &amp;amp; that's; get a towel &amp;amp; ringg the shit out my hair until it's nearly dry, then go over it with ceramics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THENNN..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Flatiron it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Flatiron it....again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Give up, if it's decent enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So I had to do all that shit, but it turned out good; besides the fact that I was an hour &amp;amp; 25 minutes late. &amp;amp; While I was getting ready I was ignoring calls &amp;amp; all of that. &amp;amp; so Justin called me like a million times--I answered 0. &amp;amp; then this girl Samaria called me &amp;amp; I answered [fuckup] &amp;amp; she was like "&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Justin's just wondering if your still coming to the dance.."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm all like, "&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yeahh, I'll be there in a minute...&lt;/span&gt;"-&lt;b&gt;click&lt;/b&gt;-. So, I'm in a rush, putting on clothes, make-up &amp;amp; accesories &amp;amp; shit. But I turned out looking gooood, shall I say myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SELF TIMER WAS MY FRIEND THAT NIGHT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZex3vtNiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-Tlbynx6YQc/s1600-h/2009_10310005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZex3vtNiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-Tlbynx6YQc/s400/2009_10310005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZezQoVUuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oRdBPTK1GRs/s1600-h/2009_10310006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZezQoVUuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oRdBPTK1GRs/s320/2009_10310006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; First- Me &amp;amp; Nia, my play sister! Second- Samaria, I look :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZe0LsvcnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6-5hjU6mKMM/s1600-h/2009_10310007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZe0LsvcnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6-5hjU6mKMM/s400/2009_10310007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I loveeeee this one. So much, Nia &amp;amp; Tilly&amp;lt;3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZe06LFZOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/E1gRnZwpmeU/s1600-h/2009_10310008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZe06LFZOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/E1gRnZwpmeU/s320/2009_10310008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZe3yBknAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yfkDGduhGA4/s1600-h/2009_10310013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZe3yBknAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yfkDGduhGA4/s320/2009_10310013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a lil flashyy, ahah. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZe5U9A0RI/AAAAAAAAALA/XeSbqKEruSQ/s1600-h/2009_10310022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZe5U9A0RI/AAAAAAAAALA/XeSbqKEruSQ/s400/2009_10310022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; the self timer begins. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZe6DJ-GlI/AAAAAAAAALI/ccv8fYEbwYo/s1600-h/2009_10310023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZe6DJ-GlI/AAAAAAAAALI/ccv8fYEbwYo/s640/2009_10310023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I loveee this one. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lol, I kinda forgot what my under attire was. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute picture tho. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; so I took &lt;b&gt;no &lt;/b&gt;pictures with my "date" &amp;amp; uhm, he told like 8 people that I stood him up. When I didn't I was just late &amp;amp; when I got there he already had another girl on his arm &amp;amp; dancing with him, so I was like fugggitthen. After homecoming I went to past tense's hotel room fer like 25 minutes then I left. I'm so through with him... But yeah, that was basically my Octoberr. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Okay, soooo.. It's November now. We've completed our first week in November. &amp;amp; I'm soooo happy, like no one understands. I love the season sooooo much. Like so many peoples favorite season is Summer, because of all the freee time &amp;amp; nice weather &amp;amp; whatnot. But not me, &amp;amp; my birthday IS IN THE SUMMER. But it's something about&amp;nbsp; the Fall that gets me. I love it. But I feel I've talked too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bee Back Tomorrow Babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-6625162683781925083?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/6625162683781925083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/11/soooo-its-beeen-fer-flipping-ever-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/6625162683781925083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/6625162683781925083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/11/soooo-its-beeen-fer-flipping-ever-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SvZa86hCCVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XjSjLZfs5NI/s72-c/IMG000899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-6836353309069026871</id><published>2009-10-17T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:03:12.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Could Be a Sweet Dream or a Beautiful Nightmare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmm, so basically I've been thinking &lt;b&gt;alot&lt;/b&gt;. I know you're like, "When are you not thinking...". That's a good question...but when you don't think, you become somewhat of ignorant. I wrote some really deep stuff in my journal the other night, one of many sleepless nights. &amp;amp; it's like with every journal entry I learn so much more about myself; &amp;amp; I guess this blogging thing is just another ventilation outlet for me to have, because I believe &lt;b&gt;no one &lt;/b&gt;will understand. &amp;amp; they won't I know they won't, they won't understand now because I have no one in my life to care enough to understand, I don't care about that tho. It's fine, I've grown accustom to most things in this world. But anyways, when I was thinking I realized I've fucked up, not as bad, but I've fucked up; like First-Degree Fuckkup. &amp;amp; I hate to say it but it's a permanent fuckkup, because it happened in the past &amp;amp; everyone knows, you can't go back in time. If I could go back in time &amp;amp; change this fuckkup, I think I would.. &amp;amp; this is alllll a result from me just being me; &lt;b&gt;THIS&lt;/b&gt; is what I hate about myself; I'm so fuckin delusional &amp;amp; naive. FUCK MYSELF, SO FUCKIN DELUSIONAL &amp;amp; NAIVE. &lt;b&gt;Womp,&lt;/b&gt; THERE IT FUCKING IS... I found it, I solved the equation. In my journal I said "It was *something* that made me do it, *something* that made me care the little bit I did.. It wasn't that I didn't give a fuck, it was the fact that I was so fuckin delusional &amp;amp; naive...&amp;nbsp; now I know why the reactions, was the reactions I got. &lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;sold &lt;b&gt;myself &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;soooo&lt;/i&gt; short, &lt;b&gt;SO SHORT. &lt;/b&gt;But on the bright side what made me realize this is...this great guy Jeremy.. yeahpp. Him. He's different. Different from me, but yet such the same. He hates when I say "I don't care..", he wants to know exactly how I feel about every little thing. He embraces everything I say, takes it into consideration, he actually &lt;i&gt;cares. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;amp; I really don't like it. He talks relationship, while I talk...[stuff].&amp;nbsp; He's handed me his heart &amp;amp; I've frozen mine &amp;amp; thrown it on the ground and  watched it shatter, &amp;amp; what I hate, well I'm not going to say [hate], but what makes me really like, I don't it just makes me more...resentful to him &lt;i&gt;isssss &lt;/i&gt;that he's willing to get down &amp;amp; pick up the pieces &amp;amp; mold them back together.. I'm not willing enough to let this happen. I don't want love, I sound insane, [Love Lockdown starts playing no really it did just start playing on my iTunes]. I'm not willing enough to love, but I guess I can learn, yet I'm not wanting to hurt anyone in this process. I feel as if I rushed into this thing I have going on with this guy &amp;amp; in my last blog I said I was going to say goodbye to Flings &amp;amp; I really do want to, but I don't want a relationship, not now.....not now. &amp;amp; I can't love anyone else, until I love &lt;b&gt;myself&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;amp; that hasn't happened yet, so &lt;b&gt;womp&lt;/b&gt;. I've been thinking about my future lately, I have some goals to accomplish,&amp;nbsp; I have some places to see, I have some dreams to live out &amp;amp; I've come to the conclusion that I can't spend my life thinking about things that's pointless, caring for those who could care less, regretting all that I can't take back. I have a whole life ahead of me, &amp;amp; I can't expect the world or anyone in it to give me anything in this world. I don't want it if it's that easy. I'm the one to put up a fight, &amp;amp; it's not a success with out a struggle. Silver spoons is for pussy's. You remember that saying that was like on every other graphic t-shirt &amp;amp; it said "DO WORK SON", my life story. So, I'm done. I feels like I've let off a load &amp;amp; it feels good. But it still feels like I'm about to fucking explode, I'm disappointed in myself, very. &amp;amp; the suckass part is it's my fault [when is it not?] &amp;amp; there's nothing I can change. The only thing I can do is move on; Lesson Learned &amp;amp; Reality Faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOO BAD I SUCK AT MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I try to put all the memories (good &amp;amp; bad) in a dust proof bag &amp;amp; keep 'em close to my heart. &amp;amp; at every weak point I'll turn to them. Which means, I repeatedly look into the past hoping for the future to be the same, or better. &amp;amp; I believe that is the worst any person can do including yourself, basing your future off my past. &amp;amp; you wanna know what's soooooo fucking pitiful, is i hold my memories so close to me to make up for the fact that my life in present tense sucks; major FML, hm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YEAH.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-6836353309069026871?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/6836353309069026871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-could-be-sweet-dream-or-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/6836353309069026871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/6836353309069026871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-could-be-sweet-dream-or-beautiful.html' title='You Could Be a Sweet Dream or a Beautiful Nightmare...'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-3404688018606619716</id><published>2009-10-10T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:55:06.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mhmm, yes; It's time.</title><content type='html'>Soooo, title: basically means I've had an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EVOLUTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty much. &amp;amp; welpp, it's just me letting go of things that doesn't need to be. Dropping things that doesn't matter, letting go of dead weight. I feel like a snake that's shedding it's outer layer, it feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've realized so much about myself in this past week, it's crazy. Like, Idk. I've just, I've just Idk.. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Past Week:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I slowwwwwwly [gotten over....?], stopped thinking, &amp;amp; yes, got over himm. Because I realized, things weren't mutual, and they weren't, and they'll never be. It's like I accidentally chose the role of the girl that cares about this...this asshole &amp;amp; his role is just to play the asshole &amp;amp; you know...it was just like me pouring&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;all I have into a shattered cup---pointless. I'm not going to say I loved him.. but I don't know, I sure as hell cared, thought about him daily, and hourly, &amp;amp; just about every minute of the day. Like no matter if I was sad, happy, 'focused' on my homework; &lt;b&gt;I thought about him all the focking time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;I just got so impatient because when I know that what I'm doing is not going to help me in no way, shape or form it bothers me. &amp;amp; that's what I was doing, wasting valuable time. SO, basis is, I'm &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; done with that, &amp;amp; I'm sure about that. "&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I'm not going to try to fit a square into a circle. I'm bolt locking doors &amp;amp; throwin away the key."[- I said that on my Twiiter status, &amp;amp; I love it, because I came up w/ it &amp;amp; it fits, perfectly.] But there's no hard feelings, I'm jut letting go &amp;amp; unlike Marques Houston..I'm not going in circles. &amp;amp; I'm not saying that I'm not ever gonna think about this guy again..because I &lt;b&gt;know &lt;/b&gt;I will, there's not denying that fact, I will. But, I'm happy I've finally &lt;i&gt;let go&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;DONE &lt;/b&gt;with &lt;i&gt;flings&lt;/i&gt;. Like, no more. Point, blank, period; No More Flings fer me! Shiett, just...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I also found out I'm reallllllly needy. Like, I've asked for 4 things in a week, idk if that's needy or just spoiled. No, it's just needy, because I've gotten NONE of them. So, this means I'm disobeying one of the 10 Commandments [ Thou shalt not want... ] :\ - thass not good, hm? But, in the Bible it says "Ask and you shall receive..", rightt...? [MAN, I SWEAR MY iTunes IS JAMMMIN TONIGHT, DANYUMM] butt, uhh. yeahh. I need to cut back on wanting stuff, forreal. It's making me feel like a brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I made some positive goals for my future, for my life &amp;amp; I'm so proud of myself like I really am. You don't understand. I look @ my brothers &amp;amp; see what they're doing w/ their life.... Actually, my oldest one is really trying, I'm proud of him; on the contrary the other one is just makin' offsprings and not knowing what to do w/ his life. But I'll give him the benefit of the doubt that he's still young. I just hope he get on the right path... I've realized that some of the choices I've been making recently....has not been so good. Like smoking, I've only smoked twice; first time- Black &amp;amp; Mild and the secondd...- Mary Jane. Both of those experiences, was almost horrible, I should have known after the first time that this hobby was &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; fer me, because it makes my lungs too close to collapsing; &amp;amp; I did both of those, just outta experience, MOSTLY &lt;b&gt;curiosity&lt;/b&gt;, but the surprising part is.. there was no type of peer pressure involved, like at all. &amp;amp; they we're experienced w/ the same person... so what does that tell me about that person..? That I need to get my ass from around them. I'm not stoopid, I know right from wrong. So, I'm not gonna totally be-friend the person, but I do know that I need limits in my life, I need to set boundaries w/ that person. On the light side, I haven't drank alcohol since "Watery Apples" [LMFAO, omg]. &amp;amp; THAT DOESN'T EVEN COUNT, forreal. But I really need to get my life on track. I'm not tryna end up anything but great, you feel my breeze babe? If not, idc. In the great words of my husband, "I Just Wanna Be, I Just Wanna Be; Successful."&amp;lt;3. Forreal, tho. :]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I've also noticed a not good quality about myself. I mean, I haven't &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; noticed it, I've known, well I haven't known, I've just been ignoring it, I guess, or I haven't payed that much attention to it. To be honest, I just didn't &lt;b&gt;CARE&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp; like I really didn't give-a-fuck. But I've been really careless with my "reputation", but really to tell the truth; I was only careless w/ it over the summer. &amp;amp; I didn't really do anything. Just, idk, some spur of the moment things that I really didn't think about. Do I regret them, oh-no, I had fun while it lasted... just thanks fer the memories &amp;amp; well, yeah. No more being so promiscuous tho.... I think, yeahh. I'm done, no more promiscuity, lol. Wait, I think it's like one person on my to-do list, &amp;amp; I'm done, forrreeallll! &amp;amp; I might just burn that to do list before the year is over... :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Basically, this evolution is just about me telling myself that I really need to change. I need to show who I really am, I mean, that's gonna be hard because you know how most of your teens years your supposed to be finding yourself; &amp;amp; basically yes, I am still finding myself. Ugh, I hate being a teenager, it's totally not worth it to me. But, I can't complain. But like I was saying, I need to change in a positive direction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; &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/6246218517760273793-3404688018606619716?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/3404688018606619716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/mhmm-yes-its-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/3404688018606619716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/3404688018606619716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/mhmm-yes-its-time.html' title='mhmm, yes; It&apos;s time.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-8485449772798895845</id><published>2009-10-09T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:46:52.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine-lee, FALL BREAK.</title><content type='html'>I'm Gettin Money, Muthafuck These Hoes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda ashamed that I know word by word on the DB &amp;amp; CORN playlist. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/Ss7kZZiZ80I/AAAAAAAAAKA/I-KesKoDlTQ/s1600-h/snapshot-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/Ss7kZZiZ80I/AAAAAAAAAKA/I-KesKoDlTQ/s200/snapshot-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hmmmm, I wonder if I was guy if I would get a thrill outta spying on a girl fingering herself...? Like, wtf?! [I'n watching American Pie, the &lt;b&gt;only&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;reason why that thought popped up in my head.] Hmmmm.... LMAO, the little short girl w/ the red hair is so hilarious to me! I got this really ugly sweater-vest type thing that I would like wear in the second grade w/ no problem, it's like hideous...but IT'S SOOOO COMFORTABLE! I swear, I'm sleeping in it tonight. :] &amp;amp; then mi madre got this like really cute cheetah print vest from the store &amp;amp; it's sooo cute, I stole it from her. ahhah, but I really wanna go to like a thrift store &amp;amp; find some like cute vintage stuff,you know?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not. Lately I was contemplating making me a twitter... &amp;amp; today I ended up making one, :\. Last time I made one, I only had &lt;b&gt;ONE &lt;/b&gt;follower &amp;amp; it was Von Denire! How much of a fuckin loser was I?! Like, really, 1 follower... smmdh. But yeah, I made one today &amp;amp; I have 10 followers so farr. :\ - slash - :], hopefully it works out way better than last time. Cause that shit was fucking horrible, like I hated it, it made me paranoid of Twitter. [&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ReptaraaNev"&gt;twitter.com/ReptaraaNev&lt;/a&gt;, follow me please?] Thanks. :] Ahggg. I'm so mad I can't sleep. Hmph, I'm hungry again. I've listened to this playlist 3 times today, this is terrible. I think Jazzmyn &amp;amp; I,is natural born rats, but oour parents saw it coming, so they sheltered us...&lt;b&gt;that shit didn't work!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;LMAO. Ehmm, OMYGAHD, so I took this little quiz thingy on Facebook, right??? &amp;amp; uhmmm, it was like "What's the initaial of you destined best friend" (or some crapp like that) &amp;amp; my result was &lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;!!!! I was likeeeeee &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHATTHEEEEEEEEE?! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Because it's trueeeee! I was oh-em-jee, thass crazy. Lol. Just a lil Booker T. W, for you. :] But hmmm, I wonder if my mom id gunna get me these two pairs of jeans that I asked fer. Hmm, but now I don't want the two pair, I want one pair of the jean &amp;amp; then these shoes. :] &amp;amp; I still gahtta get some cars boxers &amp;amp; some v-neck t-shirts. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhhh, I'm kinda needy, but it's coo. But, I'm also tireedddd, so eh'm goneee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYE.&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-8485449772798895845?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/8485449772798895845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/fine-lee-fall-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/8485449772798895845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/8485449772798895845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/fine-lee-fall-break.html' title='Fine-lee, FALL BREAK.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/Ss7kZZiZ80I/AAAAAAAAAKA/I-KesKoDlTQ/s72-c/snapshot-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-2772059265661369399</id><published>2009-10-06T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:04:52.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Only Just Begunn...&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Mannnnnnnn, I sweearrrr I &lt;b&gt;CANNOT &lt;/b&gt;wait for flippin Fall Break, mann. Omg, mi madre just brought me some Chick-fil-A, BOY! This shit is about to be demolisheddddddd. :] [does bankhead bounce...] &amp;lt;---ignore thatt.&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 exams tomorrow &amp;amp; to tell the truth I really don't give a fuck about any of 'em. I have homework I've been avoiding to do, but I don't feel like going to get my bookbag from downstairs. Ugh, my mom had to take m car back because some lad bumped into the back of it &amp;amp; fucked it up. Suchaaa bummer, hmm? So thi guy I'm talking to, I kinda like him.. but from references... I've heard that he's really sweet when he's talking to a girl but once he starts dating them....WOMP, WOMP. Soooo, I dunno bout dhiszzz guy. [ignore that dhiszz] But, I gehtttaaa go!&lt;br /&gt;BEH HAWHHS. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-2772059265661369399?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/2772059265661369399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/weve-only-just-begunn3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/2772059265661369399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/2772059265661369399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/weve-only-just-begunn3.html' title='We&apos;ve Only Just Begunn...&lt;3'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-7356946316292196690</id><published>2009-10-04T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:49:25.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Lighter Notee....</title><content type='html'>That last blog was like walking on jagged edges for me. I broke down like a million times writing it, then when I proof read it, it took foreverrr because my eyes kept fogging up and stuff. Jeeeezus. So today I went to Walmart to get posters for my campaign and whatnot &amp;amp; they have t-shirts &amp;amp; shit for my school there, I was like wtfudgeeeeeeee.. Lol. But ahmmm, I really want some Cars boxers/ tighty-whiteys :] Honest-to-God- story.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a headache from crying, GAH. :\ Hmmm.. so my homecoming is in like... 3 weeks; &amp;amp; Ihave some of my outfit already...&amp;amp; I talked to mi madre about be getting extentions in my hair for homecoming &amp;amp; she said Mhmmm. :] I'm so happyyyy. =] Soo, like two guy have tried to "talk" to me this week, &amp;amp; they were ok..they weren't [mytype] cute.&amp;amp; I turned them down. Now I'm talking to anotherrrr guy named Diego..gahddd. but i'm down to talking to two guys.. I'm proud. I really don't wanna talk to them, like that.. but whatever. Uhmmm, well. I'm gunna go make these posters now. Check back in tomorrow, promise..&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BEH! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-7356946316292196690?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/7356946316292196690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-lighter-notee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7356946316292196690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7356946316292196690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-lighter-notee.html' title='On a Lighter Notee....'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-7147643653390672930</id><published>2009-10-04T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:55:51.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Thanggg, You Make My Heart Sanggg.</title><content type='html'>So, I just tweeeeeked my page. I'm not done yet. I'm falling in love with it, more and more &amp;amp; more. Hmm, "Where the Wild Things Are.." - &lt;b&gt;s t o r y o f m y l i f e. &lt;/b&gt;Like, you just would not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2008_Where_the_Wild_Things_Are/2008_where_the_wild_things_are_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2008_Where_the_Wild_Things_Are/2008_where_the_wild_things_are_002.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you jut have to isolate yourself from the world to be understood, because you're the only person who understands you. Sometimes you just have to walk alone..to figure out where the hell your going. &amp;amp; when the world disagrees with every little thing your doing, and every back is faced your way, you just have to make the world yours, be confident in every move you make &amp;amp; not care anymore, be your own support system &amp;amp; merge your way through the backs turned against you &amp;amp; prove every great accomplishment that you achieved, the one that was everyone's great disbelief, everyone's great reality. So you can see the look of astonishment on their face &amp;amp; you can say..."I did it". &amp;amp; in a million years you wouldn't guess that you patting yourself on the back...could ever feel &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; great. Because when you &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; you've accomplished something all by yourself, when everybody else said you couldn't do it &amp;amp; you don't know where to go, who to follow, what to believe, who loves you&amp;amp; who to love &amp;amp; who not to love.. &amp;amp; you get through it ALL. You're a pretty strong person, in my eyes. I award you for that. I'm kinda babbling, but it's my blog; so pretty much I can do whatever the heck I want. Si?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I admire those that conquers their dreams &amp;amp; make them reality. I adore people like that.I also admire people that do things w/o the thought of even anyone caring what they do.. self-conscious people really just... I don't really like dealing with self-conscious people, I like being people who's comfortable in their own shoes..Not people that switch shift with the crowd; the person that's all "Oh, well -THEIR- wearing it, so must I... Oh well -THEIR- doing it, so must I... Oh -THEIRS- is like that, mines should be too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;whatthefuckbeyourownself, prettyplease&amp;amp;areallybigthankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most of my life, I've known.. "I have my &lt;b&gt;own &lt;/b&gt;brain, [this] happens to &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; if I do [this].. &amp;amp; that every move I make/made, I must take responsibilty for or I was a sorry excuse for someone, and that I have no backbone, &amp;amp; that if I was a replica of something, I wasn't worth much. Because people only want real things.."- exact words of my Uncle Ray.. he told me that when I was 10, going on 11. How do I know the &lt;i&gt;exact&lt;/i&gt; words..? I wrote down in my Tweety Bird diary I had back in the day, that I still have. :] He told me that when I had locked myself in a bathroom because I thought that I wasn't as pretty as the other girls.. Back when I used to model, I was at a fashion show &amp;amp; everyone else was so happy &amp;amp; excited, all the other girls were Caucasian &amp;amp; it was me and one other black girl &amp;amp; I was just so worried that no one would like me, that I wouldn't get the modeling scholarship if I wasn't like the other girls.. &amp;amp; I don't know, I was just trippin'. Welp, I ended up wining the scolarship, me &amp;amp; three other girls... I declined the offer, because of some personal/family issues in my life that had been going on. &amp;amp; yet there's not a day I don't wonder where the hell I would be if I had of accepted that scholarship... probably somewhere beautiful, somewhere I'd &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Welp, that's the past. My babblingg, my babbling. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This book, this movie: &lt;b&gt;Where the Wild Things Are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is just really,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;really, really a touchy subject for me. But like, I love it. Alot. It was fourth grade, a very horrible time of my life... I had a psychiatrist, they tried to put me on freakin anti-depressants; actually scratch out the "tried", THEY DID. &amp;amp; I witnessed my mom having a freaking nervous breakdown &amp;amp; was away from her for almost 2 years of my life.. it's was a really really terrible place on the timeline of my life. What sticks out is, everybody else in my life [excluding my brothers].. Okay well, everybody that could somewhat help in this situation.. &lt;b&gt;didn't. &lt;/b&gt;They only thing they contributed by saying... "Put her[them(brothers)] in a foster home...". Like, really... your own blood...? Your granddaughter, your niece, your DAUGHTER. Really?!? So, basically only one person pulled through for me &amp;amp; my brothers.. my mom's ex-husband Derek.. it took someone OUTSIDE the family to really open up &amp;amp; care.... terrible, huh? Maybe that's the reason why I am now. Anywhoo. Through alll of the non-caring teachers, overwhelming counselors, those stoopid people trying to take me from my family... it was two very very important teachers that was there, Mrs. Branster &amp;amp; Mr. Gibbs.&amp;lt;3 They were there &amp;amp; very supportive. Mr. Branster had gave me this book one day. &amp;amp; I read it, &amp;amp; I read it, &amp;amp; read it, alot more. It helped me out alot. I realllyy did. This book &amp;amp; my stuffed animal Butterscotch made my life just stable out of all the crazyness &amp;amp; helpless moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/Ssk3f7MxxII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9SUEsgaR2Vk/s1600-h/snapshot-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/Ssk3f7MxxII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9SUEsgaR2Vk/s400/snapshot-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^this is Butterscotch by the way. I take him everywhere, w/o anyone noticing. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love him, he forsureeee is gunna be there. ANYTIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I had planned for this to be somewhat of a normal blog butt, didn't work out that way. Sorry; I'm just a weirdo, I know this. &amp;amp; it's engraved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-7147643653390672930?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/7147643653390672930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/wild-thanggg-you-make-my-heart-sanggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7147643653390672930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7147643653390672930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/wild-thanggg-you-make-my-heart-sanggg.html' title='Wild Thanggg, You Make My Heart Sanggg.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/Ssk3f7MxxII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9SUEsgaR2Vk/s72-c/snapshot-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-7649424165789278944</id><published>2009-10-03T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:00:43.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm, really?</title><content type='html'>So, I redid this thing again..&lt;br /&gt;I don't some-type of "Halloween" theme.. Idfk. It's a hot mess right now tho. I'll change it before I go to sleep, most likely.&lt;br /&gt;Well on a lighter note, today was Kyle Cameron's birthday. :]&lt;br /&gt;ilovehim, lots.&lt;br /&gt;I love Karl Jrtoo.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote in my journal about them today... It almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;They mean, like,sooooo much to me. Like alot! Man.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, idk. I care about them so much, because idk I jut do. I don't have anyone in my family to care about me for me to care about them, soo... I might as well give my love to them.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, well.&lt;br /&gt;Idk, what else to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-7649424165789278944?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/7649424165789278944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmmm-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7649424165789278944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7649424165789278944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmmm-really.html' title='hmmm, really?'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-6311015444243630963</id><published>2009-09-17T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:26:27.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does She Do It? ;]</title><content type='html'>Sheeeeesh, I just had to delete some text messages I had 153 inbox messages &amp;amp; 149 outbox messages. I just got a pop-up chat from my little brother Austin Bruckman, he's cooool; he has a Facebook in the sixth grade. SHEESH. I was still uploading pictures &amp;amp; finding layouts for MySpace when I was in the sixth grade.&lt;br /&gt;But inaywhoo. Here I am, once again, listening to Ready (Trey Songz)[ my husband ] :b &amp;lt;-- cause I'm nasty. :D&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I love him.&lt;br /&gt;But, uhh.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, can you believe I left some stuff out of that long ass blog I did the other day?! But yeahh, I did. I forgot to tell you about Addison, Derek &amp;amp; Mark. :]-slash-:\. Ughh, such a touchy topic. I think there's only one person who knows about them. Ahahah, Addison &amp;amp; Derek, hmm. =\&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; uhmm, I left out that me and Jazzmyn have found out we just some low-key rat[sz]&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Smh, kidddddingg.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm surprisingly tired right now, it's like early.&lt;br /&gt;So, updates tomorrow or sometime sooon?!&lt;br /&gt;Oui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Shanny's Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-6311015444243630963?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/6311015444243630963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/09/does-she-do-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/6311015444243630963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/6311015444243630963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/09/does-she-do-it.html' title='Does She Do It? ;]'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-5758886904760469018</id><published>2009-09-15T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:52:38.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know That Your Love Is The Sweeetest Sin?&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyday a Star is Bornnn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clap fo'em&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clap fo'em, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clap fo'em; HEY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jay-Z &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; he did the fooooool when he was making the Blueprint 3! I swear, I could put this album on repeat for the REST of my life, no joke. Hmm, I don't which Blueprint I like the most....hm; I don't know which Jay-Z album I like the most tho...Kingdom Come?...American Gangster..? Blueprint 3? I don't know though, WHAT I DO KNOW, is Jay-Z's a freakinn classic, kid. Like, his "little brother" Kanye beats him, by lots. But Jigga still, is a classic. Love him &amp;amp; will always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joyfm.myjoyonline.com/mrblack/photos/news/Jay-z%20Blueprint3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://joyfm.myjoyonline.com/mrblack/photos/news/Jay-z%20Blueprint3.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Listen to it, it is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;greattttt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't Follow No Nigga, That's Hoe Shit Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stand On Your Own 2, Do Your Shit Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The World is Yours. &lt;/div&gt;Some Girls Are Nice, Some Girls Are Whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't Listen to Your Crew. &lt;/div&gt;Do What Works for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Standin' Back From Situations Gives You the Perfect View.&lt;/div&gt;You See the Snakes in the Grass &amp;amp; You Wait On Their Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bite Your Tongue for No One &amp;amp; Whatever is Said; &lt;/div&gt;Take It How They Want.&lt;br /&gt;A Closed Mouth Don't Get Fed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;- Jay Z. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But inaywhoo. I just finished making me a new profile picture for myself, I reeeeaallly like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrBYmwN3qDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/J477ofauzoI/s1600-h/stefano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrBYmwN3qDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/J477ofauzoI/s400/stefano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a Stefano Gabbana Original. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, I just love it. Don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, [lol @ all the "But"'s] uhmm, maybe I should start talking about my life now; since I haven't blogged in about foreverrrrr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;School.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;School has been going greattt, just great. Uhmm, my grades are gooood, except for geometry. I'm failing that. :\ I gotta get on my job. I was &lt;b&gt;really &lt;/b&gt;on my job yesterday. Actually, NO. Rephrase that, I &lt;b&gt;STARTED&lt;/b&gt; to be on my job yesterday, I had homework in like every class, or like a test the next day [today]. &amp;amp; I did all, well fairly &lt;b&gt;most &lt;/b&gt;of my homework. The only thing I didn't do is finish vocabulary, but it's due Friday, so I'm goooooood. :] But uhhh, yeahh. I did my homework &amp;amp; like I studieddd &amp;amp; all of that. The only test I didn't study for was Psychology &amp;amp; that's because I had to rewrite them &amp;amp; finish the rest of my homework &amp;amp; shizz. So, yeahhh. The most embarrassing thing happened to me in Geometry today; I had lost my "Doodle Notebook" and like I write some OFF-THE-WALL type ishh in that thing. Like, "Whoo-Hoo, she's crazy.", type things. Some things I write down NO ONE can understand, &amp;amp; then other things &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; can understand, and then there's just the obvo. stuff... &amp;amp; my teacher found it &amp;amp; read ALL OF IT, it was just terrible. I hope he doesn't remember &lt;b&gt;ANY &lt;/b&gt;of it. Buttttt, we have a game Friday &amp;amp; I'm GEEK'D. Whooo-Hoo. :] &amp;amp; OH! andddddddd our Homecoming is October 30th. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loveeeeeeee Life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmmmmm, so there's there's thisss guy. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I don't wanna ginx it, so let's just say he's wonderful; you know the song "Halo" by Beyonce? Yeahhhp, that's him, :) Uhmmmm, he's great. I blow him off, &lt;b&gt;constantly&lt;/b&gt;. But truly, it's because I have no clue what I want right now. I had wrote a blog about how I wanted a relationship but like I really only wanted a relationship so I could get it on &amp;amp; not be a hoe.....MY MALE MENTALITY[I deleted the blog.]. I'll probably end up writing another one, because I have like a really strong Male Mentality, like I'm really careless &amp;amp; goshh, idk, it's hard to explain. But LIKE I WAS SAYING, if whatever I have with this guy promotes to something then like I want it to, you know, happen slow &amp;amp; like I don't wanna rush into anythings. I guess I'm starting to be smart &amp;amp; actually think about my actions before it happens. Hmmmm, this guy needs a codenameeee.....uhh, Buckle. :] But yess, I like him, alot &amp;amp; uhmm, we have a date thingy tomorrow; but like it's not a real date it's really his Family Dinner, because it's his grandparents anniversary, &amp;amp; uhh, he invited me. Becauseeee we WERE supposed to hang out; Saturday Night &amp;amp; Sunday, &amp;amp; I pusssyfooted around &amp;amp; like, made &lt;b&gt;alot &lt;/b&gt;of excuses. So yeah. :] &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp; THENNNNN; &lt;/b&gt;there's this guyyy: codename CZAR, do the math. Uhmmm, yeah. He makes me smileeee &lt;b&gt;alottttttt&lt;/b&gt;, like he says the sweetest thing. :D ; He Makes Me Blush. :] I haven't had a crush since 8th grade &amp;amp; both of them &lt;b&gt;sucked major anal juiceeeee, really. &lt;/b&gt;But, I got over both of'em. Great ish. :] But, like I hope I've matured in my senses, becasue I had like no common sense whatsoever. But, whatever. We'll see. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends, Frans, Friennnnnnns. :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uhhhhh, I still love them all.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Every single one of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;JazzmynAlexusGraves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anthony....[cough]RichardJohnson.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AbagailLouisBruckman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Mary Ann Ellis, Samaria Barnes, &amp;amp; Lexeh Nicole Smith... I mean all of them. But low-key, I love those first three &lt;b&gt;alot. &lt;/b&gt;Well, Anthony, sometimes. LMAO, &amp;amp; Well, me &amp;amp; Jazzmyn will &lt;b&gt;always &lt;/b&gt;be friends, no doubt, no matter what, like no walls or nothing; "&lt;i&gt;Blood Couldn't Make Us Any Closer&lt;/i&gt;", so true. :] &amp;amp; Abagail, well I just love her, just about everything about her, except the fact she's a little overbearing. I stiiilllllll love her tho, &amp;amp; always will, SISTERS FOREVER. :] I love my friends. I don't know what I would do without 'em. If I could prove Jazzmyn wrong, thennnnnnn I would, but I can't. SO, bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is greeeaaatttt &amp;amp; I'm just learning to appreciate all that I have. I've been trying to adjust my attitude to something better than what it was. I've had alotta people tell me like, "&lt;i&gt;Your Attitude Determines Your Latitude&lt;/i&gt;" &amp;amp; I've decided to reconsider how I want to carry myself around. Too much pride can weigh you down, ya know? SO, I'm just living life lavish, &amp;amp; you know what? It feels RIL-LAY, RIL-LAY GOOD. &amp;amp; uhhm, I've decided I need to clean up my vocabulary, ALOT. Like my vocab is just grosss, I need to wash my mouth out with bleach, bro. It's terrible. So, I've started a noo cursing thinggg. So yeahhhpp, that's the way it is. I'm not about to be one those little stoooopid people who put like, "LMBO", because that shi.....&lt;b&gt;ish&lt;/b&gt; just urks the fick outta me. UGH. But inaywoo, that's my update. Hopefully I start checking in more often! Sheeesh, I'm sorry. But, eeeelay. [ily]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K, byeeeeeee; Shanny's Izzy. :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;OH YEAHHHHHH! How could I forgettt....?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I made some reallyyyyy cute dooodle's for meeee blogg. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB7Uy_pz7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PCicCMMBY-4/s1600-h/2009_09140120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB7Uy_pz7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PCicCMMBY-4/s400/2009_09140120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB6vcQ3PbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Wo6Vk51kkQ0/s1600-h/2009_09140110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB6vcQ3PbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Wo6Vk51kkQ0/s400/2009_09140110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB7NJFrzcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nNVy2OYVLP0/s1600-h/2009_09140118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB7NJFrzcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nNVy2OYVLP0/s400/2009_09140118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB67aKPbVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LIcANVQyKbE/s1600-h/2009_09140113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB67aKPbVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LIcANVQyKbE/s400/2009_09140113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB7ASIjSpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ce5NVNN6NNc/s1600-h/2009_09140114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB7ASIjSpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ce5NVNN6NNc/s400/2009_09140114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB7EnRG6HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZWJBAMLmF8M/s1600-h/2009_09140115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB7EnRG6HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZWJBAMLmF8M/s400/2009_09140115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB6zRUivSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/q3FV9iBP-gA/s1600-h/2009_09140111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB6zRUivSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/q3FV9iBP-gA/s400/2009_09140111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB6vcQ3PbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Wo6Vk51kkQ0/s1600-h/2009_09140110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB6vcQ3PbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Wo6Vk51kkQ0/s400/2009_09140110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB7RMCQbXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/AgA-UOXBmL8/s1600-h/2009_09140119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrB7RMCQbXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/AgA-UOXBmL8/s400/2009_09140119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lmaoo, cuteee huhh? :]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wassss sooooooooooper bored in history class. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-5758886904760469018?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/5758886904760469018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-you-know-that-your-love-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5758886904760469018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5758886904760469018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-you-know-that-your-love-is.html' title='Did You Know That Your Love Is The Sweeetest Sin?&lt;3'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SrBYmwN3qDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/J477ofauzoI/s72-c/stefano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-7033156714982932978</id><published>2009-09-04T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:40:14.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sixty..Nothing. :)</title><content type='html'>We have onehundred&amp;amp;sixtynothing days left; I don't know if that's with the No School days or what. I just know that it's like 160 of 'em left, lol. &lt;br /&gt;GAHTTA GO.&lt;br /&gt;btw, I'm at school. :)&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-7033156714982932978?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/7033156714982932978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-sixtynothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7033156714982932978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7033156714982932978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-sixtynothing.html' title='One Sixty..Nothing. :)'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-4367365608442970196</id><published>2009-09-01T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:10:45.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countdown'/><title type='text'>One Sixty Three...Two.</title><content type='html'>The first day of Septemberrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;TWO MORE MONTHS UNTIL OCTOBER; I have sometime of obsession with Halloween. WHY? Idk, I just like that holiday. My favorite, no; not at all. I just like the candy &amp;amp; the whole hanging out with friends type thing.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;But school was coo, I fell asleep on the phone last night/this morning..smh. If I don't start going to sleep at the proper time then like, I'm gonna end up like Jazzmyn &amp;amp; 'nem. Lmaoo, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeellllllllll, I avoided doing this blog ALLLLL night, so I'm just gonna have to do one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; do my research, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;k, BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-4367365608442970196?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/4367365608442970196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-sixty-threetwo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/4367365608442970196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/4367365608442970196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-sixty-threetwo.html' title='One Sixty Three...Two.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-5984664030459354679</id><published>2009-08-31T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:45:35.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! Flippin' August Is Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It seems as if I've been living in the month of August for 31 years &amp;amp; not days; it went by sooooooooo flippin' slow! UGHH, it's just been terrible. Well, it hasn't been that bad. School is school.&lt;/span&gt; I've made some new great friends: Lexeh &amp;amp; Mary Anne. They say I act too white to be black, &amp;amp; I don't know how to respond to that.... Like am I supposed to be offended, am I supposed to say Thank You? Like is it a bad or good thing? I'm &lt;b&gt;terribly&lt;/b&gt; confused. EHWELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; So, I just lied to Anthony about dropping my phone, because I just simply felt like hanging up on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I just went on like a webcam picture frenzyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SpxY3jR98wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EYLDLxQWUK4/s1600-h/IMG001144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SpxY3jR98wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EYLDLxQWUK4/s320/IMG001144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to burppppp. (I really burp'd)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SpxY3jR98wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EYLDLxQWUK4/s1600-h/IMG001144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SpxY3jR98wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EYLDLxQWUK4/s320/IMG001144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was a Toot Toot &amp;amp; a burpp, I'm suchhaaa friggin lady. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even if you don't like me, I bet you fall in love with my ride. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My mom just walked in my room, saying: "Geeez, you take real provocative pictures!"&lt;br /&gt;WHO TOLD HER TO SPY ON ME?!?! It's not like I was gonna put it on the webbbbbb.&lt;br /&gt;But since she was spying on me; here it goess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SpxgMtk3JpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sUSy9Djz3xI/s1600-h/2009-8-31-17-29-53.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SpxgMtk3JpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sUSy9Djz3xI/s400/2009-8-31-17-29-53.bmp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sexxxxay. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;quadroooople c[x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ahaahahah, "Quadrooooople X" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I guess I just feel beautiful today;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I walked the halls like, [heels clicking sound] FIERCENESS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I smiled ALL DAY. Like ALL DAY! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've took like a miiiiiilllliiiionnnnnnn pictures on Cherry &amp;amp; Cammy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp; Idk, I've just been so chipppper today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I didn't go to sleep until TWO! I was on the phone with Frank &amp;amp; Abigail, lmaoo.&lt;br /&gt;"I Think I Love Huhhh!" LMAO, terrrrrible.&lt;br /&gt;Had me dyinnnnnnnggggg laughing. OMGahdddddd, just terrible. Thenn, my favorite show came on. NOW THAT, is just a shame, just like shake your head into a coma type terrible. Loll, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;But uhhh, I've recently become OBSESSED with Trey Songz &amp;amp; everything about him.‹3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking through my 'Older Posts' &amp;amp; I had said Trey Songz was mine... So technically, he's been mines, since like 3 weeks ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Low-key, I think I'm actually starting to like....Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;It's mos.def growing on me &amp;amp; I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, I've &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;finally &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;found my dreams, &amp;amp; it just feels soooo great you have no clue. I was just so lost &amp;amp; confused on my life, I found one, I FOUND ONE. &amp;amp; it like brings me to tears; I've found one of my dreams. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud, so proud.&lt;br /&gt;So, I took this picture like.....I think Friday &amp;amp; I just look so flippinnn' silicone. It's terriblee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SpxtMKUJiOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GAeDjqQEbuQ/s1600-h/IMG001130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SpxtMKUJiOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GAeDjqQEbuQ/s320/IMG001130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I think I look silicone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Idk, maybe it's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, hmmmm; don't you hate when people try to criticize you for the way &lt;b&gt;YOU &lt;/b&gt;live &lt;b&gt;YOUR &lt;/b&gt;life?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;[chuckle;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i must leave on that note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gonefernow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;V.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Shanny's Out. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-5984664030459354679?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/5984664030459354679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-flippin-august-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5984664030459354679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5984664030459354679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-flippin-august-is-over.html' title='Finally! Flippin&apos; August Is Over.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SpxY3jR98wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EYLDLxQWUK4/s72-c/IMG001144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-1936873067248043544</id><published>2009-08-28T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:47:49.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNATCHHH!</title><content type='html'>Soooooo, I'mat school. Just sittin in the library, in psycology class &amp;amp; whatnot. We're suuuuppposed to be working on this project that's due on uhhh... [grabs paper] September 22nd. We have to make "the Perfect School", the perfect school is NO school; what kinda gay shit? But inaywhoo, idk what I'm doing tonight but I'm not stayin in "da cribbbb" [rat moment, sorry]. My school library is so gay, to where they buy iMacs &amp;amp; delete the fuckin photobooth off......TF?!gayyyyyy. Maybe I should stop saying that, it really is offensive to the homosexuals, &amp;amp; I love my homo's, no homo...&lt;br /&gt;....lol, I never really understood; well, yeah I did. But like, who was the first person to say "no homo"....&lt;br /&gt;HM.&lt;br /&gt;But back to the basics, I want to go to the mooooo-vays to see Halloween or the Final Destination....but Halloween loooookk &lt;strong&gt;SUPERRRRR &lt;/strong&gt;good. But FD is in 3D....dipp shit.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see it, maybe I'll see both...&lt;br /&gt;I need a guy tho.&lt;br /&gt;Uhp, bell just ranggggg.&lt;br /&gt;VEE, fernoww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-1936873067248043544?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/1936873067248043544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/snatchhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/1936873067248043544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/1936873067248043544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/snatchhh.html' title='SNATCHHH!'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-6271822632045060011</id><published>2009-08-23T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:58:25.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Up His Girl, Like He's Never Felt a Figure Before..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hiding Smiles of a Million Watts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I could be so creative, what's so weird about it though is....that it's mostly on Sundays..? Like wtheck, I think it's because during the week I'm compressed with the stress of tests &amp;amp; studying &amp;amp; work, &amp;amp; Sundays has always been the day of the week that I rest &amp;amp; build my stamina, take bubble baths, ya'know relax. Sometimes I write &amp;amp; sing. You know what, I'm &lt;b&gt;really &lt;/b&gt;blessed. &amp;amp; I hate to admit to it but I take my gratitude for granted. I really do. Do you ever try to think about how blessed you are? Do ever think about if you've done anything to to pay God back? I do, &amp;amp; sometimes I feel guilty. Because I know that I could do SO MUCH more to prove to God that I appreciate all that he's done for me, that I'm &lt;b&gt;so &lt;/b&gt;willing to do anything to be more like him. I would be lying if I said I try because I do but I don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all has to do with the name of the blog now. "&lt;i&gt;It's Sunflower Season."&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teliczan.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/sunflowerfieldmss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://teliczan.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/sunflowerfieldmss.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if you noticed, you don't pay attention, or I'm just a sunflower freak; When sunflowers grow in a healthy way, they grow to be Beautiful, Easily-Noticed, Strong, &amp;amp; Worth Alot. &amp;amp; well, I feel like it's &lt;b&gt;truly&lt;/b&gt; time for me to change &amp;amp; grow into the proper young lady that's going to get me where I dream to be, because really; it's not gonna matter what I wore or how my hair looked, who I've hooked up with (well, that might matter), WHAT I'M SAYING IS: my future really needs to start counting. I have two more years of high school education, &amp;amp; I for sure have &lt;b&gt;plentyyyyyy &lt;/b&gt;of things to learn &amp;amp; do &amp;amp; experience still. But I just feel I need to get started on my future, &amp;amp; like forreal start acting like a young lady. I guess, "Mature Mentally".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that's what I'm saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel I should start hindering my trust in people. See what people don't understand is when someone trust you, you could just simply shuttup. Right? Or am I just gabbingg. I think not.&lt;/div&gt;I was about to say some more stuff, but I'm feeeeling so &lt;b&gt;UGH, &lt;/b&gt;I think I'm sick. :\ &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;That's always goooood, huh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Not really, so;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shanny's Vee, fernow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-6271822632045060011?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/6271822632045060011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-up-his-girl-like-hes-never-felt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/6271822632045060011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/6271822632045060011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-up-his-girl-like-hes-never-felt.html' title='Feeling Up His Girl, Like He&apos;s Never Felt a Figure Before..'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-734685819555473943</id><published>2009-08-22T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:34:06.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life...?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Mulah&apos;'/><title type='text'>When's the Last Time YOU Pee'd In the Bed.</title><content type='html'>Lmao @the title. But uhh, today was cooool. I thought I was gonna die of straight up depression, but I went to the mall with thy madre- pronounce it med-dreh. :) She/I got a purse to go with these marvelous heels &lt;i&gt;we &lt;/i&gt;have, lol. But we didn't get anything, I gotta wait for something.. Idk, I wasn't listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;But I put in an appliction, I'm trying to not give up &amp;amp; make &lt;i&gt;Mission: Mulahh'&lt;/i&gt; a dummy mission; but it's not looking like a sunny forecast. I'm not even motivated anymore, yes I'm a little discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep praying tho, that ALWAYS helps.&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;br /&gt;But I started my second blog yesterday, but I'm not sure if I want to continue it on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still fighting with my self about the other one I wanna start.&lt;br /&gt;Semi-tired so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Shanny's Out,foo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-734685819555473943?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/734685819555473943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/whens-last-time-you-peed-in-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/734685819555473943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/734685819555473943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/whens-last-time-you-peed-in-bed.html' title='When&apos;s the Last Time YOU Pee&apos;d In the Bed.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-3753867271590581973</id><published>2009-08-21T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:44:49.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life...?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acutally Joyful Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motownn Missinnn&apos;'/><title type='text'>Past Irritation With My Addiction.</title><content type='html'>So, it's blunt &amp;amp; obvious that I'm addicted to Facebook. (Shame On Shanece, righh?). But the freakin cable company has decided to focking work on the focking cable connection in my area. YEH, had to be MY area, bullcrappo-MAJOR. So I'm stuck with this crappy ass Wi-Fi, that I truly appreciate right about now &amp;amp; that I neeeeeeed to stop over-looking &amp;amp; taking for granted. Gosh, sometimes I wish I stayed like right next to a Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles or a hotel or some place where the Wi-Fi is stronggg.&lt;br /&gt;But whatevvvvvv, so as you know; School is IN. &amp;amp; as of now I have 170(one-seh-in-tee) more days of EDUCATION. I went to the first football game of the season yesterday, it was more of a scrimmage tho. THIS game was alsoooo MY first game of Northview High School, the school that I started to attend in February. &amp;amp; at first I DID NOT like this school, like at all. Like, it was just HELL, &amp;amp; I did not want to be there &amp;amp; I was basically on suicide watch....not really but, I didn't like the school to the extreme. Truthfully, I think it was because I didn't know anyone &amp;amp; I only had like Gigi &amp;amp; Alia; that's where Facebook stepped in &amp;amp; I started adding all these random ass people that I heard stories about, knew who suck who's dick, know who had sex with whom; &amp;amp; yet they were ALL my bestfriend Jazzmyn friends, horrible huh? &amp;amp; I met Anthony. I think I met him by mistake...&lt;br /&gt;So, how I met Anthony was just totally...off. So the scenario is: Jazzmyn wanted to sing karaoke on the phone &amp;amp; I guess Anthony just really DID-NOT want to hear it, lol. So like she called me &amp;amp; I think it was all a three-way at first, until she started singing, lmao. But yeahh, &amp;amp; then like he messaged me or I messaged him on Facebook or something like that, EITHER WAY their was a message somewhere in there and a phonecall was made....&amp;amp; ever since then I had been friends with my (his OTHER middle name, lol; -Richardd, lmao). Yeahhh, until now tho; I haven't talked to him in a goooood month. I deleted him off my friends list on purpose this time, because he was just there, like; pointless on my friendlist. But uhh, yeah; he's coo. I'll always love my K-Baby; WHY? Idk, smh. But he's like my low-key diary.&lt;br /&gt;But uhh, DANGGGGG I got sidetrackeddd likee something ridicuoussssss! Lol, sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWHOO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BACK TO WHAT SHANECE'S WAS SAYING!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but Anthony was not the only benefit I got from adding random people; the others are: Abagail, the best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(SERENDIPITY) &lt;/span&gt;ever, I promise. &amp;amp; there's Von Denire, he's okay on the food delivery tip, lol. :) Then there's ROGER! My best, best, best, best, best, best, best-guy-friend EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I love him, I could tell him anything. Facebook brought along Brett &amp;amp; Kris, Alyse, Courtney, My'Kael,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mariah - my homeeeeeee skilllet :)..; HELL just about everybody that goes to friggin Harrison.  But, anywayssss; GOSH, I keep getting sidetrackededdd. GAHHH. But where I'm going with this is..that my lack of life &amp;amp; friends (because I had just moved to this place) &amp;amp; my being so conservative, quiet &amp;amp; introvert-like, &amp;amp; NOT BEING ME(which is totallllyyy NOT me.) hindered me from making new friends. But nowww, I have new friends &amp;amp; I'm happy. Facebook people just weren't cutting it. But where I was really headed was that, that game opened up the real me &amp;amp; NOW, I am ready to be myself again. &amp;amp; I'm ready to do new things &amp;amp; have fun like no other. I'm not letting ANYTHING hinder me this year or next year. That's fa'sho.&lt;br /&gt;But uhh, I definately got some school spirit out the game too; we won 21-0 ; DIPP SHIT, huhhhhh?! Yeahhh, we beastssss.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Loll, but uhhh. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to startt on my other two blogs I had been thinking about starting, &amp;amp; now the thought is oh-fish-o. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Holla at me, behbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shanny's Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-3753867271590581973?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/3753867271590581973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-irritation-with-my-addiction.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/3753867271590581973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/3753867271590581973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-irritation-with-my-addiction.html' title='Past Irritation With My Addiction.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-8701632154630241315</id><published>2009-08-17T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:23:09.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm out by 12.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SoorFX71RAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-KqyHIm0kVM/s1600-h/shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371152876917048322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SoorFX71RAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-KqyHIm0kVM/s320/shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mpollock.typepad.com/.a/6a00e55367a3cd88340105369ffab9970c-320wi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For'shure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighh, so this is gonnnaaa be a really quick blog. I've just been thinking about some things, some more than others. Yehhh. Uhmm, well I've just had this feeling, that I need to let something go. Like this thing is holding me back, but it's something keeping me from walkig away. But today, yes, today; this something just put it out that it's jut not worth dealing with anymore. So what do I do you ask? I walk away, simple. Let it go, why walk in place when I can run all over the field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My appearance just sidetracted the crap outta me, I look ridicc; fresh out the shower blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shame, smh. Since when did blogging become more important than  underwear &amp;amp; pj's? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;speaking of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sinceee whennnnnnn[!] did blogging become soo friggin popular, sheezzz-us! Like, I know alotta people with blogs, who shouldn't have them; Like, where's the originality folks? I got the idea of a personal blog from the complaint of a facebook friend about how my status's are too long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmph. But also speaking of blogsssss, I'm thinking about starting two more blogs.. I'm for sure about one of them, but I'm still "EH." about the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I should really retire right about now, sooo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shanny's Out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, I really should retire right about now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-8701632154630241315?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/8701632154630241315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-out-by-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/8701632154630241315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/8701632154630241315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-out-by-12.html' title='I&apos;m out by 12.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SoorFX71RAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-KqyHIm0kVM/s72-c/shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-1682855695183057239</id><published>2009-08-17T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:55:03.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life...?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acutally Joyful Post'/><title type='text'>California Dreaming, Low-Time Scheminnnn; Nothing New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So the deeeeeeal-e-oh is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found my phone, dippp shit huh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooooo, I was talking to my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIPPP SHITTT, HUH?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's like a once in a lifetime type thing. She was talking about how I need to open my mouth more...(Ew, that sounds SO gross.) Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But WHAT SHE WAS SAYING IS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I want something ask for it, if something needs to be known tell it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start asking. All she had to do was say the word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;But, for some reason. I've been thinking about gettin me a mate. Like a boyfriend. It's not that I'm lonely or whatever. It's just I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about it some other time, when I'm more sure.&lt;br /&gt;But, it took me like 5 hours to do this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Idk why tho.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm thinking about starting, I think, two more blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanny's Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, she still has my piano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:| &lt;-- GRRface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-1682855695183057239?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/1682855695183057239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/california-dreaming-low-time-scheminnnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/1682855695183057239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/1682855695183057239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/california-dreaming-low-time-scheminnnn.html' title='California Dreaming, Low-Time Scheminnnn; Nothing New.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-3496394979334938099</id><published>2009-08-16T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:55:57.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life...?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acutally Joyful Post'/><title type='text'>Sooooo, It's Like That Ya'll &amp; That's the Way It Is Bay-b.</title><content type='html'>So, this shit right hereee.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so you know how I said,&lt;br /&gt;"Things could be worse", things kinda did get worse. I lost my phone last week. :( But, hopefully I find it. I pray to God, I find it. There's no recent activity on it, so nobody has used it..or gotten a charger for it, it kinda died before I lost it....&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph, I just pray I get a phone. SOON.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm sorry I could do this blog thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;Homework &amp;amp; all that crap can wear someone down.&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;Nitee, checkin in tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-3496394979334938099?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/3496394979334938099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/sooooo-its-like-that-yall-thats-way-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/3496394979334938099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/3496394979334938099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/sooooo-its-like-that-yall-thats-way-it.html' title='Sooooo, It&apos;s Like That Ya&apos;ll &amp; That&apos;s the Way It Is Bay-b.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-4882071137483080836</id><published>2009-08-15T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:05:57.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I reallllllly messed up in the past life? Huh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here is the church &amp;amp; here is the steeple. we sure are cute for two ugly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;LIFE SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;maybe it's just mine.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, you know how I was like, "It could be worse, right?". Pick a wild card &amp;amp; guess what happened...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT GOT WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ughhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my phone.&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people so much, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;So many things were happening &amp;amp; I wass just so stressed out, trying to make OTHER people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-4882071137483080836?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/4882071137483080836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-reallllllly-messed-up-in-past-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/4882071137483080836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/4882071137483080836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-reallllllly-messed-up-in-past-life.html' title='I reallllllly messed up in the past life? Huh.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-1342863608908097661</id><published>2009-08-12T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:26:25.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life...?'/><title type='text'>Oh Nooooooo. :) I Love Passion Pit, yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, oh, oh. how was i supposed to know that you were o-o-over me, i think it's time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I realllllllly love that song right now. Like I've been singing it ALLLLL day, like not even playful singing, like my real singing voice. Another one of my hidden talents, BTW. :)&lt;br /&gt;But uhhh, some info aboutt the shitty news I received the other day:&lt;br /&gt;the fertility problem is because my ovaries aren't producing enough eggs, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;SO I'M BASICALLY GOING THROUGH THE CRAP, for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Pitiful, huh? Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;But, there's still a chance that I can still have kids....if I keep taking the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH, with the girl stuff tho, right?!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;:\, I just felt like making that face.&lt;br /&gt;Schooooool,has been...good? I guess. Boring, but goood. I guess, no problems. But nothing new, just OVERCROWDED with freakinnn freshmen, gahhddd. It's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Like, the lunch room, terrible, just a shameeee.&lt;br /&gt;Life is goood, kinda right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting things go, &amp;amp; not caring.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to tell the truth I couldn't care less. Like at all.&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's mostly the things you think you can't live without, is the main thing holding you back from living.&lt;br /&gt;Ya kno?&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just living life, alone. But content.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is all I need. :)&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-1342863608908097661?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/1342863608908097661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-nooooooo-i-love-passion-pit-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/1342863608908097661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/1342863608908097661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-nooooooo-i-love-passion-pit-yo.html' title='Oh Nooooooo. :) I Love Passion Pit, yo.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-7104379430220503088</id><published>2009-08-11T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:40:40.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell.</title><content type='html'>So I went to the doctor yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it wasn't just a you know a I-have-a-cold-visit to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I have insomnia, which is a sleeping disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that there's a 78% possibility that I'm not gonna be able to have my own kids.&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;Not that I was planning on having kids anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda did hope if I ever got married, I would like to start a family.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm on three different types of antibiotics &amp;amp; I don't know the side effects yet.&lt;br /&gt;I've cried for at 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;But it could be worse right?&lt;br /&gt;Right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-7104379430220503088?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/7104379430220503088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7104379430220503088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7104379430220503088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/hell.html' title='Hell.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-1797664508214990791</id><published>2009-08-11T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:56:35.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suckage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life...?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Mulah&apos;'/><title type='text'>Twenty-One Guns. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, it's 3:17A.M. I have to wake up at 6:30 to go to school. Yeah, that bullshit. &amp;amp; today, well last night &amp;amp; yesterday.. well some previous time before this blog, I HAD AN EPIPHANY. I had a couple epiphanies. For some reason my FUTURE have been on my mind lately. Even though I have a good 518 days of high school to go through. I tend to worry about my future. Because I see in the world today some rich people &amp;amp; you know, some not-so-rich people &amp;amp; then just strugglin' people. &amp;amp; Like I most definitely don't want to be at the bottom, &amp;amp; my mind is made up that I'M NOT going to be at the bottom, at least Mid-High Class? Ahah. :$&lt;br /&gt;I'm a new born 15 &amp;amp; I'm already tired of depending on my mom, &amp;amp; it's not that she won't get me what I want. It's not because money is the issue, money is not the issue. It's not because my mom doesn't like me (that I know of). But whatev, what I'm saying is.. I wanna be self-dependent. Well at least semi-self dependent.&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh, I had a couple more epiphanies, but I'll share those sometimes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention  I got diagnosed with Insomnia today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-1797664508214990791?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/1797664508214990791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/twenty-one-guns-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/1797664508214990791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/1797664508214990791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/twenty-one-guns-3.html' title='Twenty-One Guns. &lt;3'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-7810322647599956300</id><published>2009-08-08T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:41:23.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eighties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acutally Joyful Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HM(Hoe&apos;dMyself)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lmaoo'/><title type='text'>BLLDDDD, STICK'EM; AHT, AHT, AHT STICK'EM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjZvaVRXVFIwM0JHY2RVQ3FNSE1fNUEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 329px;" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjZvaVRXVFIwM0JHY2RVQ3FNSE1fNUEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the human beat boxx, got skillz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SO,I'm thrilled with the eighties.&lt;br /&gt;The MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;The FASHION.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, just pure paradiseeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;the Fat Boys just made it more dope.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I love the eighties music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No autotunee, just sickkk, sickk rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dope beats, period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RUN DMC, FAT BOYS, WHODINI, UTFO, BIG DADDY KANE, KURTIS BLOW, LL COOL J, QUEEN LATIFA, SALT'N'PEPA!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the list goes on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Myself, gettin m'uh thugthizzle on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4_q4J4YngyI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4_q4J4YngyI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-7810322647599956300?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/7810322647599956300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/blldddd-stickem-aht-aht-aht-stickem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7810322647599956300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7810322647599956300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/blldddd-stickem-aht-aht-aht-stickem.html' title='BLLDDDD, STICK&apos;EM; AHT, AHT, AHT STICK&apos;EM'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-5505783524049382596</id><published>2009-08-08T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:44:22.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tin&apos;tinnn.'/><title type='text'>Rien à Regretter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you were always on my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‹3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Red.&lt;br /&gt;Blue.&lt;br /&gt;Hard.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;Broken Trust.&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Finale.&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Little Friend.&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Amount of Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something, only myself, can understand. It's makes me tingle on the inside. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-5505783524049382596?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/5505783524049382596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/rien-regretter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5505783524049382596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5505783524049382596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/rien-regretter.html' title='Rien à Regretter'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-8755376492492396501</id><published>2009-08-07T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:50:45.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Infatuation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lmaoo'/><title type='text'>Poons? Peeners? GAGA? Oh My.</title><content type='html'>So, it's true. The girl is a h-word &amp;amp; I'm not talking about a whore.&lt;br /&gt;Smh, shame.&lt;br /&gt;So Gaga's a Guy Guy Prissy. Mmm, &amp;amp; I had faith.&lt;br /&gt;Here's spoken words from the electro-pop artist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                        "Its not something that I'm ashamed of, just isn't something that i go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; around telling  everyone. Yes. I have both male and female genitalia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; but i consider myself a female. Its just a little bit of a penis and really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; doesnt interfere much with my life. the reason I haven't talked about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; is that its not a big deal to me. like come on. its not like we all go around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; talking about our vags. I think this is a great opportunity to make other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; multiple gendered people feel more comfortable with their bodies. I'm sexy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm hot. i have both a poon and a peener. big fucking deal.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    - L8d Gaga &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, mm, mm ; how many more of them needs to be exposed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-8755376492492396501?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/8755376492492396501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/poons-peeners-gaga-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/8755376492492396501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/8755376492492396501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/poons-peeners-gaga-oh-my.html' title='Poons? Peeners? GAGA? Oh My.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-1793017069712093306</id><published>2009-08-07T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:34:51.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovedd Ones.'/><title type='text'>Codename: Uhh, the Arabian shit has hit the fan. LMAO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh142/MiSzSHAWTY_2008/Decorated%20images/DSCN1565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 319px;" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh142/MiSzSHAWTY_2008/Decorated%20images/DSCN1565.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Jae Lynn Gibbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; big sister, hoe, psychiatrist, girlllllfrannnn.(LMAO) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So babygirl right here is just about the shit. Gosh, I love her. My mom didn't promote me hanging out with her after she found out she was bi-sexual, but hey, I still hung out with "mahh babii"! Aha ; gosh. We have so many inside jokes, it's just horrible. "Aysiaaaaaaaaa lickedddd IT", lmfaoooo. &amp;amp; you kinda don't wanna be around us when we get to talkin about people &amp;amp; making fun of them &amp;amp; acting like them; it's just a terrible scene. Really is.&lt;br /&gt;It kinda sucks that Kelsey had to be a bitch about everything, I can get along with my boyfriend ex's. Lolll! But whatever. You've helped me through alot &amp;amp; I just wanted to show how much I love you. &amp;amp; that I'll always be here for you baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the baby too, E-squad can hold his own burdens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-1793017069712093306?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/1793017069712093306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/codename-uhh-arabian-shit-has-hit-fan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/1793017069712093306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/1793017069712093306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/codename-uhh-arabian-shit-has-hit-fan.html' title='Codename: Uhh, the Arabian shit has hit the fan. LMAO.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh142/MiSzSHAWTY_2008/Decorated%20images/th_DSCN1565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-5269655663581539022</id><published>2009-08-07T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:24:54.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life...?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acutally Joyful Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HM(Hoe&apos;dMyself)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Infatuation'/><title type='text'>Come &amp; take a sh*% and urine on the toilet bowl bitchess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the feds trynaa clip us, but we ain't e'in trippinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello world I'm checking in tonight, listenin to a lil&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;classic Tremaine(Trey Songs). He couldn't get it, but he cute. Well now I'm listenin to I.M.K, InFamous Money Klan. Nice group,mos.def check 'em out. But uhh, this has to be a quick one or I'm gonna get yelled at by my mother, I have a hair appointment tomorrow at 7 in the freakinn morning! Ridiculous, huh? It's totally worth it tho. because the way my hair looks right about now is NOT kickin' it like Beckham(hoe'd myself). Lol. But inaywhoo, I redid my blog today &amp;amp; I find it extremelayy cute. All my pictures &amp;amp; shiett. Love it. But going nighty in a few. :) So, vee baby. Checking in later. MUAH, kiss of death. :$&lt;br /&gt;- SHANNY'S out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-5269655663581539022?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/5269655663581539022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-take-sh-and-urine-on-toilet-bowl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5269655663581539022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5269655663581539022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-take-sh-and-urine-on-toilet-bowl.html' title='Come &amp; take a sh*% and urine on the toilet bowl bitchess.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-6593782346723529106</id><published>2009-08-07T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:49:19.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Infatuation'/><title type='text'>Stoopid Blogs Say WHADD?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/20648711/Lady+GaGa+gdfgdfee5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 363px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/20648711/Lady+GaGa+gdfgdfee5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sum'tin, sum'tin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sum'tin; STACK THAT CHEESE. brotha, sista, cousin; STACK THAT CHEESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So as you can see by my incredibleeee list of folk over there (look to the left) &lt;span&gt;I kinda love "Lady Gaga"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; there are rumors going around that she's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 id="query_h1" class="query_h1"&gt;hermaphrodite!&lt;/h1&gt;lol, I didn't mean for it to be that big. It did it when I pasted the shits on the thing.&lt;br /&gt;But inaywhoo; yes a hermaprodite!&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what that means, do you? Do you even know how to pronounce it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;hur-&lt;span class="boldface"&gt;maf&lt;/span&gt;-r&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;uh&lt;/span&gt;-dahyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;If that helped any. But I didn't know either until my good friend dictionary.com helped me out.&lt;br /&gt;But it means, "an individual in which reproductive organs of both sexes are present.".&lt;br /&gt;A wang &amp;amp; a coochay?! Sheesh, is there a such thing? So like can these people like literally F*&amp;amp;% themsleves? :\ But uhh, I don't believe it too much, the tabloids say pretty dumb things &amp;amp; come to randomly wild conclusions. So until she speaks out on how she's one or not. She's not in my book. &amp;amp; I can't wait to see her in concert this fall/winter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-6593782346723529106?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/6593782346723529106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/stoopid-blogs-say-whadd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/6593782346723529106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/6593782346723529106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/stoopid-blogs-say-whadd.html' title='Stoopid Blogs Say WHADD?!'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-7081933821701903964</id><published>2009-08-07T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T02:19:09.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life...?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovedd Ones.'/><title type='text'>Kick-off; &amp; she has 1st place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SnvloZs76rI/AAAAAAAAABI/XmSHaY1nfoY/s1600-h/2009_05100008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SnvloZs76rI/AAAAAAAAABI/XmSHaY1nfoY/s320/2009_05100008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367135863198968498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE'S THE Madre-Nator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‹3 &amp;amp; :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's something. Something called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mom, mes madre, ma mere. She's something incredible, yet very destructible, to feelings &amp;amp; thoughts. Sometimes our relationship baffles me &amp;amp; makes me just so lost in spacee. But this is one person that I know would lay down their life for me. She has sacrificed so much for me, and I may not show it but I really do appreciate it ALL. I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all of it. &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; I lovee her to death. Sometimes thing aren't smooth between us, but it all gets better.&lt;br /&gt;God said, “Honour thy father and thy mother”- Exodus 20:12&lt;br /&gt;There's no one like her, no one can do what she's done for me &amp;amp; no one compares to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-i love you Sheila Renna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-7081933821701903964?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/7081933821701903964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/kick-off-she-has-1st-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7081933821701903964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/7081933821701903964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/kick-off-she-has-1st-place.html' title='Kick-off; &amp; she has 1st place.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SnvloZs76rI/AAAAAAAAABI/XmSHaY1nfoY/s72-c/2009_05100008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-2758923184945297295</id><published>2009-08-06T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:15:45.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MISSIONS M.I.A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life...?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Semi-Suckage'/><title type='text'>It's Almost Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SnvQUu927hI/AAAAAAAAABA/rcAY7jykMCA/s1600-h/2009_07310086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SnvQUu927hI/AAAAAAAAABA/rcAY7jykMCA/s200/2009_07310086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367112435565522450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Wanna Be Where You Are, Oh. Anywhere You Are Oh-Ooh. ‹3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I'm planing on knocking out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; blogs tonight, well this morning. I already have one done, and this would be the second. &amp;amp; My classic hip-hop gonna help me finish. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been having MAJOR sleeping problems. I have no clue what's the deal. I know it's not healthy, but I'm not gonna tell my Madre because all she's gonna do is blame it on the internet &amp;amp; the fact that I spend way too much time on it, which is indeed a true fact.&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever, I have a doctors appointment tomorrow &amp;amp; I'll tell him about it and he'll just do something medical to help me before Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, BTW; I start school on Monday. Like most kids are bummed that like school is starting &amp;amp; like I probably would be too if my summer hadn't been so suckass. But I'm pret-tay geeked about going back learning new thing, making new friends, just high school, making the moments that I will  cherish someday. I think the only thing that's worth nagging about school this year is UNIFORMS, it's a dragggg. But I'm kinda okay with it now. Just a little, the thought still aggravates me, but since there's nothing I can do about it, I'm content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have more plans for my blog and like two semi-big plans for my life. I have my missions &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt; to be knocked off the list. I'm just gonna need a lil self-motivation and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Missions&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mission: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mulahh'&lt;/span&gt;- Semi- M.I.A, one application and interview down. I have another place I can put an app. in at I haven't done it yet tho. But I really pray and hope Cold Stone call me for that job. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mission: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swaggg&lt;/span&gt;- It's not what it sounds like. But here's what it means; I feel I need a lil bit more personality to make me..ME. Like make me different from most of the people I hang out with. I want to be known as Shanece, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; girl. Not different in like a weird way, different as in like when people see me they say "Yeeeeeah, thass Shanece, she's.....Shanece". Like I want them speechless at the pronunciation of my name. &amp;amp; this mission isn't yet in action, but it's soon to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mission: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scrapbookinggg&lt;/span&gt;- Ughh, this has been on my mission list since the summer after 5th grade! Shame, huh? But it was inspired by my old best friend Lindsey's mom Kathy. She scrapbook'd her ASS off! &amp;amp; it always turned out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;freaking beautiful. Like astonishing beautiful, like you wouldn't think anybody could be that creative. &amp;amp; like that's another reason why I want to do the whole scrapbooking gig, I want to bring out my creative side. Finding my creative side will ALSO help with my "Mission: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swagg&lt;/span&gt;". This mission would be in action if my Madre supported this whole creativity science of the world, but she doesn't, therefore she doesn't buy the supplies &amp;amp; I don't get the chance to scrapbook (that's where Mission: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mulah&lt;/span&gt;' kicks in too). So hopefully it all works out. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mission: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maturity&lt;/span&gt;- I kinda need to grow up, just a little bit tho. I appreciate my childishness. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISSION:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'10&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This mission,&lt;/span&gt; is kindaa friggin important. It's a mission my bestfriend Jazzmyn(you should kinda get used to seeing her name, she plays an important roll in this film) and I have come up with. The mission is to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Californiaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‹3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. The plan is to go to California during the Summer of 2010('10), we'll both be sixteen, and we're just planning on making the best outta Summer 2010 :). Meanwhile, we're each supposed to be saving money; $, how did you think we were supposed to get from Michigan to Cali?! So we save 2$ every 10$ we recieve &amp;amp; 5$ every 20$ recieved. So yeahh, we're kinda gonna try our hardest to get it right, &amp;amp; not add this to the long list of DUMMY MISSIONS we have. Smmfh, shame. Lol.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; That Concludes My Missions. C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF YOU READ THIS FAR DOWN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thank you dearly, check in later.&lt;br /&gt;One more blog for the night &amp;amp; I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-2758923184945297295?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/2758923184945297295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-almost-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/2758923184945297295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/2758923184945297295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Over.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SnvQUu927hI/AAAAAAAAABA/rcAY7jykMCA/s72-c/2009_07310086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-6653169993795498058</id><published>2009-08-06T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T02:35:11.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MISSIONS M.I.A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acutally Joyful Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Mulah&apos;'/><title type='text'>Uhbb, jus a lil bit. Like 50 Cent...? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you don't have to worry, 'cause i'm cominnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighh, here's the dealio. I'm gonna do a blog about today then I'm gonna do one about my LIFE. Kay? K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So,I went to an job interview today&amp;amp;it was soooo fun. Like,I thought it was gonna be all serious&amp;amp;stuff. But it wasn't. The interview was for a job at Cold Stone Creamery, one of my teen dream jobs BTW. I chose Cold Stone because my brother worked at one &amp;amp; it was a really just cheerful, ear-to-ear grin atmosphere, well atleast until my mom's wrath swept all of that away.  But I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream Teen Jobs&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold Stone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I think that's it. Why those two places, I don't know? Well I do, Cold Stone because..I told you already and Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles because I love books and reading and all that other good stuff, OH! &amp;amp; they have GREAT brownies. :)&lt;br /&gt;But that's kinda all that happened today, well after the interview me &amp;amp; my Madre went shoe &amp;amp; boob holder shopping. Sometimes I don't understand our relationship &amp;amp; now I'm old enough to know I shouldn't even try to face that mental challenge of trying to figure out. Love her tho, well atleast most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-6653169993795498058?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/6653169993795498058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/uhbb-jus-lil-bit-like-50-cent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/6653169993795498058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/6653169993795498058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/uhbb-jus-lil-bit-like-50-cent.html' title='Uhbb, jus a lil bit. Like 50 Cent...? :)'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-5704088397196898002</id><published>2009-08-03T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:04:54.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life...?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mi Angel.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Semi-Suckage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Drafts'/><title type='text'>Some Shit I Wrote Like Twoo Days Agoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I'm like addicted to 16 &amp;amp; Pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don't know why tho. Hmph, ehwell. This blog is not about 16 &amp;amp; Pregnant, and the topic Pregnancy is no where in the contract so, SKIP, like a game of Uno. :) - Which I  am playing on Facebook right now, jus a lil FYI.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was his birthday, I died just a little bit more inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like, lately I've been feeling that I need to drop some "friends". Well acquaintances. I feel as if the people in my life is holding me so far back. Making me restricted from life- or summ like that.&lt;br /&gt;The people I have called my friends are just not helping at all. My idea of a friend is somebody that builds you up, someone that listens, &amp;amp; just something you know worth being a friend I guess. It's hard to sum up a good friend in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-5704088397196898002?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/5704088397196898002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-shit-i-wrote-like-twoo-days-agoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5704088397196898002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5704088397196898002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-shit-i-wrote-like-twoo-days-agoo.html' title='Some Shit I Wrote Like Twoo Days Agoo.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-5776845589093848389</id><published>2009-08-01T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:30:10.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suckage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delimasss.'/><title type='text'>the Second All Nighter of the Summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So if my summer was good one, you know there'd be more right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I must say the Summer of 2009 sucked MAJOR scrotum. Not even like the firm, healthy scrotum. It sucked like the old Hugh Hef, overload of viagra, cheap sex &amp;amp; suckage scrotum. Yeah, bad scrotum, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember my first all-nighter of the summer like it was fah-reakin yesterday. One of THEE funnest days of my life. It was June 6, 2009. Why do I remember the date? I'm a real date person, if it was good, then I know the date. It was a Saturday (I had to look that part up). &amp;amp; Nothing, you know time-stopping great happened, but I had actually felt like a teenager. You know, not the type of teenager that sits behind a computer all day &amp;amp; just waste their time, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But yeah, long story short, it was a GREAT night. I was still...shall I say, pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But anywhoo, the all-nighter of last night was nothing serious. It was constructed of being on the phone with multiple people until the sun came up. Redic. I guess it was full of "Exposing" &amp;amp; stuff like that. It was fun tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have SO MANY different delimas going in my life, it really is just horrible. But it's kinda getting better, I can't even lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, I could cover that in another post. But, I hope in the long run, it all paves out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smoothly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-5776845589093848389?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/5776845589093848389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/second-all-nighter-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5776845589093848389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/5776845589093848389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/08/second-all-nighter-of-summer.html' title='the Second All Nighter of the Summer.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246218517760273793.post-2784442476540851646</id><published>2009-07-31T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:16:39.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suckage'/><title type='text'>Being Ordinary Is Far From Extraordinary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-1l0NYQUGHU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-1l0NYQUGHU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tears On My Sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;Lying On the Ground.&lt;br /&gt;Lost With No Direction.&lt;br /&gt;No Compass or Sign to Show Me.&lt;br /&gt;Lead Me to Something.&lt;br /&gt;I Feel SO Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; All My Hope Is Gone.&lt;br /&gt;I've Let God Down.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm  Prayin He Hasn' t Let Me Go.&lt;br /&gt;I Hope He Hasn't Given Up On Me,&lt;br /&gt;Like I've Given Up On Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last thing I want is for anybody to give up on me. But I must love myself before anyone else can, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246218517760273793-2784442476540851646?l=originallityme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/feeds/2784442476540851646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-ordinary-is-far-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/2784442476540851646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6246218517760273793/posts/default/2784442476540851646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originallityme.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-ordinary-is-far-from.html' title='Being Ordinary Is Far From Extraordinary.'/><author><name>Monalisaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06391972188234325381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8By81E3CmE/SsvMAJjb7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/trf0v4EcoAU/S220/2009_10010053.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
