<?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-446669648810201987</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:44:58.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sneaky Ninja</title><subtitle type='html'>i love to stalk. its fun and puts my ninja skills to use</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-2551276741764084832</id><published>2010-04-10T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T10:44:02.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do i have a right to feel jealous?&lt;br /&gt;When i produced the show no one/ even my friends never came. Tee was the only one who came, and she was the host... chris came because she asked... Andrew shows up, Matt and even Rachel shows up. I asked them to come. nope. no one. Jeremy showed up, but hes working, he would help run a camera or summat. &lt;br /&gt;So do i have the right? I mean i consider them my friends, so... why... tee even comes early now to help set up and such.  i dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess im not as important in their world. i never was. it hurts, i thought i had found people that i liked, that would stay with me. i guess not. i mean when i was producer, i was hanging out with them every night and chilling. i don't know what to think now. what to do. I text them, and get nothing back. I know im just complaining. but i feel like i give more than i receive. seriously. What the fuck is up with them moving to Florida? why? there is nothing there for them. maybe orlando, or another major city, but certainly not Tallahassee.&lt;br /&gt;once again. i need to find friends, who return what i give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-2551276741764084832?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/2551276741764084832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=2551276741764084832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/2551276741764084832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/2551276741764084832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-i-have-right-to-feel-jealous-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-8234294806392201092</id><published>2009-05-20T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:01:26.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Summer is totally here. and my birthday is arriving fast. i really dont know what to think. i am working an internship at Crack Gorilla Productions from like 10 in the morning till like 4 in the afternoon. I could work later, but i need to get another job which sucks. i need money. Unfortunatly this internship doesn't pay shit. it sucks. but i am learning alot and everyone seems really cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got done editing a wedding, and when i get married i hope the ceremony isn't as long. i mean damn. i really dont know what i should be doing right now. caues i dont want to screw anything up on the wedding and we have to do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new boy on the front. he's really cool but i think i like him just as a friend. there were no sparks or anythng when we kissed. it was just lustful. i want to like him i do. he's kind sweet, and willing to take care of me. but i think the biggest problem with this is that i don't think im worth any of it. I am not worth a good guy who will take care of me. my self esteem is compltely in the gutter. i wish it was more. i think this is why rain exisits, becaues she can act like she has self esteem enough for me and for her.  its a little odd talking abut another personaltiy that you came up with. i really dont know what to do honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna open up to to him. i'm gonna tell him what im feeling, and how im very insecure with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-8234294806392201092?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/8234294806392201092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=8234294806392201092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/8234294806392201092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/8234294806392201092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-6893161296222390075</id><published>2009-05-02T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:33:53.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the year</title><content type='html'>its the end of my 3rd year at Berry. next year i will be leaving. im not quite sure how i feel about it. I'm definatly in a better state of mind than i was when i first came to berry. I have realized i can be myslef, and open up a little bit more. i dont have to be loud for people to notice me. its a great burden off my chest. i feel loads better for it. i unloaded on t and chris a few nights ago after their concert and they dedicated a song to me. i wanted to cry.. t considers me her best friend. and she is one of mine. i wish we were rooming together next year. it would have been great. but oh well. we shall probly be inseprable anyway&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy about where i am in life. my relationships are on the mend with my parents, and im learning who my real friends are. While im still kinda sad.. i guess thats the right word.. that i dont have a boyfriend. i dont know if i really want one. I'm so fucked up and confused right now that i dont think that a guy would be able to handle me. not to say that i havent had offers. the guys just dont seem right to me. Greg is sweet. but i see him as a friend. he really likes me. i dont want to force myself to like him, or use him just becaues i want a boyfriend. that wouldnt be right.  I'll find a guy once i stop looking. but that probly wont be for a while since i have been single for the past 7 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want someone to hold, to tell me its alright, to listen to my problems, and not think im crazy. someone that cares, that doesnt feel obligated to just becaues they are family. one that doesnt mind being with me, when im so confused on the inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is to short to drown in misery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so ready to go home. even though i know it will be completely different and i can't just call up Kat or lindsey when im bored, and want something to do, so i guess these posts will come more often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have done absolutly nothing today. and i feel like such a bum becaues of it. i have read one book, when i really should be studying for programming and spanish, both of which i have a high d in. but i need to ace this final so i can get my parents off my back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is soo much more i want to say, but i have no idea how to say it. its all just jumbled up in my head and is trying hard to get out, but it wont form coherent sentences, its annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-6893161296222390075?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/6893161296222390075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=6893161296222390075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/6893161296222390075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/6893161296222390075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-year.html' title='The end of the year'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-446422455947058355</id><published>2009-02-21T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:06:53.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>sometimes life throws you curve balls. i have been fortunate enough to get out there this semester and meet a lot of new people. its amazing. thanks to my friend lindsey for getting me out there. now unfortuantly this also means meeting new guys that i find attractive.. and one of them has pretty much brutaly shot me down.  this is why i protect myself honestly. so i dont feel this way. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in tetricks world this knocks my guys count down to 4. wonderful... i think.  but the one i was really into shot me down.. so i guess that will never happen. oh well.. here's to the hurt!  dammit.. i want a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well now i have t, mike, zach, and tree. out of those.. i would date zach and maybe t. i see mike as a friend, and always have from the beginnning. tree, well hes too sporty for me, and lives in dalton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so becaues of the new people i have met, they are encouraging me to step out of my comfort zone. im gonna do suicide girls for a bit. tetrick says im better than that but i think it would be fun. at least for a little while, make some extra money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i need to go do hw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-446422455947058355?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/446422455947058355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=446422455947058355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/446422455947058355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/446422455947058355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2009/02/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-317581405679646127</id><published>2009-02-11T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:32:25.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>i guess i should update.&lt;div&gt;i have a crush on two different guys and they couldn't be more different, and yet the same. they are both my stereotype lover.. honestly.. both tall and skinny and kinda emo/punk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; one is named Zach and is in a band. he plays bass. he is an absolute cutie. tall and skinny. he has shaggy dark brown hair, with a little blond streak in the front. and has a monroe piercing and HE'S A TWIN!!!!!! not that they look anything alike.. well their jaw lines do, but they have very different personalities, and mannerisms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other guy i like is cody. he's a punk. he works for his father at the bar McCrobies. i think i like him better. he has his lip and nose pierced, as well as his ears gauged to like an inch! i totally love playing with his ears.. (that sounds dirty). no i love rubbing the base of them, and he has the friggen softest hair i have ever felt. like seriously. it's amazing. he has the sides shaved and has a big mohawk.  (when he puts it up). [{again that sounds dirty}]. but he's adorable. i love rubbing his head where its shaved. i keep putting him to sleep almost.  and he's 20 but he's like been to a lot of places already, he talks big, but most of it is bs. but i still think he's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARK OMG FORGOT THAT LOST WAS ON!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry about that. Mark is my boss and is completely obsessed with lost, which is why i was shocked that he forgot it was on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have slept with both of them.. not slept slept as in sex. but slept next to them in the bed. both were something else. Zach i found out is a complete boobies man. like is amazed at my boobs, he wanted to fuck them, and because it wasn't hurting me i said yes. he is impressive i must say. cody on the other hand is impressive as well, i don't know exactly but i accidently hit it, and it wasn't tiny. but when i went to sleep with cody, we just curled up together and i put my finger through his ear, (hooked it though) and fell asleep. and he was playing with my hair as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats all i really have to say, I'm talking to both my parents now, intermediately, and am trying to keep up with homework, its insane i swear. i am starting to look and figure out my class schedule for next year and I'm not liking it too much. at least i only have like 6 more cultural events credits to get, unlike Ashton who need likes 20. and he's graduating this year.. i need to find some cultural events that seem interesting to me. honestly nothing this year has really caught my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the note of soundcheck. i love dakota. he has made soundcheck this year kick ass. honestly. he got us Last november which i am extremely excited for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whelp thats all i have to say for right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-317581405679646127?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/317581405679646127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=317581405679646127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/317581405679646127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/317581405679646127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-2908231835195018376</id><published>2009-01-08T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:25:02.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life and death..</title><content type='html'>i found out a few days ago.. that a good friend of mine had died... &lt;div&gt;i had no idea how, just found out through the rumor mill of my moms friends that he had died at his girlfriends house in his sleep. didn't really think anything of it.  i couldnt believe it.. Little bobby. seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a day later my brother informs me that it was oxycotton, and he couldn't breath while sleeping.  i still didn't want to believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but tonight, my mum went to this thing that some parents were throwing for his parents.  mum went. i didnt go, maybe i should have. i'll be attending his funeral tomarrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this reminds me of when russel died.. i didnt know what to do or what to say. when stephen told me over the phone, i felt nothing. zach came over and i broke down. it was so hard to attend the funeral, i might have lost touch with him after middle school, but i would see him from time to time at stephens partys, and we would talk. i loved seeing color blind perform. russel was amazing.  he died on my b-day 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just saw the curious life of benjamin button. i ment to go to a movie to forget about bobby, so i could deal with his death later.. obviously that didnt happen. the love story was good, and sadening, but it started out with death.. and ended with death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it makes you realize that life is precious.. and remember that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also never listen to bloc party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-2908231835195018376?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/2908231835195018376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=2908231835195018376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mean...&lt;div&gt;honestly.. i got out of bed at 8pm today.. what does that say about me. i didnt go to any of my classes.. ignored my phone calls..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i actually buried my head in the pillows to hide from the noise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what does that say about me.. i have taken my meds.. but are they working.. hoenstly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do i really feel any different.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is soo much to do and so little time but i refuse to take the time to do it. honestly i lounge around and do nothing.. mayb that is why im having trouble in class. the only thing i really dont lounge around and do is with soundcheck. i always make sure that is good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;god damnit.. i am soo sick of two faced people. the bands that came up were soo sweet and nice. but my whole crew seemed to hate them. they were like yea they were fake and didnt know anything. their music sounded like crap.. gahh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bella just ran off with my garnola bar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly.. some of my crew stayed and talked to the bands afterwards. and when the bands left.. were soo backtalking them. its stupid.. honestly. if you thought they sucked then dont talk to them afterwards and sound so intresed in what they are saying seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note.. i want something physical. im so tired of trying to stand on my own. i want hugs. i want to feel them. even if they dont mean something to the guy i want a nice hug. one where the guy wraps his arms around me and squeezes if only for a second. none of these fake ones that i keep getting. seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;humans are the most insecure stupid beings on this planet.. i would come up with more, but i cant.. annoying. there.. there are people outside in my hall yelling.. its pointless. come together and talk honestly dont yell across the hall.. seriously its stupid.. and then there are those inconsiderate dirvers that belong to berry college campus.. those stupid students.. omg they are retarted..  honking their horns.. just to get ppls attention.. yell out the damn window insted of scaring the shit outt ame with your retarted train horn.. on your fucking car.. also those students who feel that it is pertinate to honk the horn to get a friend to come out at like 2 in the fucking morning.. fuck off.. seriously. some people sleep. i will give you a little bit of a leway if it is friday or sat.. but otherwise piss of. we have fuking school.especially on like a tuesday night.. fuck off....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-4726322377554480497?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/4726322377554480497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=4726322377554480497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/4726322377554480497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/4726322377554480497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy.html' title='happy?'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-8048923691746548630</id><published>2008-09-14T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:07:59.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy dearist</title><content type='html'>soo... im not talking to my father.. i want to. but its too awkward. i dont really know waht to say.... i mean i love him.. but im kinda pissed.. i know he wants me to grow up.. but to drop this all on me kinda sucks..  i dont know how to handle it. mum says i need to just call him and talk to him. i dont know if i can. i mean i would feel llike hes my kid and im asking him how his day is going and how was work. it just seems awkward... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;conversation goes two ways.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on other news..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg michael moncreif is fucking hott..seriously he has no idea that he has like a fan club of people at the studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know what else to say.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oo yea my computer is in the shop.. gahh.. my harddrive went kaput.. fucking hell..right in the beginning of school when i need it the most.. fuck.. seriously.. ne way.. thats all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need afi and rancid to release their new albums and for my bff's to stop ignoring me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-8048923691746548630?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/8048923691746548630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=8048923691746548630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/8048923691746548630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/8048923691746548630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2008/09/daddy-dearist.html' title='daddy dearist'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-4068855086938023182</id><published>2008-08-22T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:22:16.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful news</title><content type='html'>soo dad totally told me to come by the house tonight after i got off work. i supposed becaues he wanted to talk to me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i felt sick and called out sick to work. so i ended up being home when he got home. well he came in the door i said hi. he said hi back. he did a few things in the kitchen then he went to his room. i was in the den with my brother for a while while he played a game on the wii. then i went into the kitchen to get on to my computer since it was charging.  then my brother left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had figured that dad was just waiting for jake to leave. but he never came back out. so.. hes ignoring me. i dont know what to say. i stayed in the kitchen much longer than i would have hoping he would come out. he never did. what the fuck. i tried. now granted i havent talked to him all week. but i dont think he really wanted to see or hear from me anyway. honestly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know why but i am scared as fuck around him. especially when i know he is mad. fuck.  its not like he hits or verbally abuses me. i just am scared. i dont know what to do or how to fix it. i told him that i have a room on campus it is just temporary, but it still a room. and he was like i dont know how you have a tempoaray room. and i just left at that caues it sounded like he was just talking to himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know what to do. i am out of ideas. honestly. it hurts and i know he loves me. but we are like the same person when it comes to problems and thats bad. seriously bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-4068855086938023182?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/4068855086938023182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=4068855086938023182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/4068855086938023182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/4068855086938023182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonderful-news.html' title='wonderful news'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-2402330989940764340</id><published>2008-08-22T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:08:53.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit fuck</title><content type='html'>so.. an update..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i jus spend the entire day with mike. it was nice. except for when i couldnt breath and ended up crying.. damnit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it bad that i want to die. honestly. i need to keep that to myself tho. otherwise the rents would find out. and that would be too much. i wouldnt be able to go to college and i would be watched like a hawk. how annoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i wish i wasnt the oldest. i put up with soo much shit and it is im possible to deal with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad is gonna be pissed caues i didnt go to work today. but honestly i didnt feel well. i couldnt breath and it felt like my heart was being constricted and squeezed. it hurt like hell. mike was soo worried about me. i feel soo damn weak. jake thinks its becaues im low on iron and mum agrees. however,  that doesnt explain why i cannot breath. i think it was the medication. i started taking zoloft on friday. and yesterday i started having trouble breathing and i felt very weak. i left from work early yesterday at fye and didnt go into work at bbw. i came back home and pretty much slept the entire night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i got up early since i had to get out of the house before the other people came and sealed the wood floors. i got breakfast and then went to mikes. he put skype onto my computer and was going to fix my fone, but i brought the wrong cord. damnit. all and all it was a decent day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw dad and he was like you are gonna come back here tonight. and i was like yea i guess.. so here i am. i dont know what he wants to talk about but im tired as fuck. and i need to shower. i know we need to talk. but i dont want to. im afraid of him. its not like he hits me or anything. for some reason he just scares me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mike said he loved me again today. and i dont know what to think. i believe him and that scares the fuck out of me. becaues as of right now. i dont even really believe my own dad and mum when they say it.  and i wanted soo badly to say it back to him. but i was scared. it would make saying goodbye to him even harder if i said it. hes dating alicia again. i cannot come between that. serioulsy. i already did once. so i shall sit on my feelings and work once again on bottleing everything up. the walls have cracked and they need to go back into place.  but this time with cement and brick. not just wood. no one needs to break through again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not worth the worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the agony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-2402330989940764340?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/2402330989940764340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=2402330989940764340' 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to add...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my parents bug the shit out of me. why cant they tell when i just want to be left the fuck alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! mum came into my room and was like " show me some funny videos." not like a request but a demand. and then i showed her like one or two and she was like go find your sister while i check my mail. then she grabbs my computer and starts going online. i am like wtf. seriously. go use your own damn computer. fuck off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i found my sister and we all huddled into my room and watched videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later she comes in and my room is freezing. which i love it like that seriously. and she comes in and climbs into my bed. i dont know why i dont like it when people crawl into my bed. i just dont like it. its ewww. and she does it whether not it is cold in my room or not. gahhh. i dont mind if you lay ontop of my bed. but not in it. not to mention jaden is in the bed on the otherside and im desperatly afraid that she will find him. gahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wish that my rents would understand that i like to be left alone at times. fuck. seriously. i'll spend time with you but dont force yourself on me. it makes me not want to be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.. i have to figure out what the fucking dog is doing.. he's being a nut case right now.. looing at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-1261643660039871086?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/1261643660039871086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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was like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"im furious at you. you lied to me and to sarah. you said you had work."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was like i wrote it down as a call in. it didnt mean that i had work but i could possibly have work. and then he brought up this moring stating that i never called in and made  up me working today. i was like no. i called and they said they didnt need me. he was like thats not what mum said. mum said you called and they were busy. and i was like i waited for a bit then i called again and talked to shannon. she said that she didnt need me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad then went i dont know whether or not to believe you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so then i was like well then dont. and i hung up on him. oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well im kinda glad i did. but i was soo pissed. seriously. i guess i should have worded it differenty. if i was working or not. he's just looking for places where i have been misleading and "lie-ing" to him. he says that i say different things to different people. i am like no.. i try to keep things from you guys that i think you shouldnt know. and when i do that i get in trouble. but when i tell you everything. i still get introuble. i never win. sarah often tells me that i say too much to my parents. but if i try and keep it a secret, i get told that im lie-ing and being misleading and untrustowrthy, becaues i am keeping things to my self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wanna give up. seriouly. i cant do anything right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-8973294765109877945?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/8973294765109877945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=8973294765109877945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/8973294765109877945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/8973294765109877945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2008/07/sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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gahhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck my toes are cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know whether or not it is a good thing that my rents are talking. i mean its something i have always wanted them to do.. but at this point in time.. i really dont want them talking. i dont know if i will be going back to school. i dont have a car to drive so i would have to live on campus. but.. there are no rooms on campus right now. i dont know what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im soo annyoed with my dad seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the two of us are soo much alike.  we can talk cirlces about things that dont matter. but when they do matter. we both dont talk. its annoying. like the fact that he has been pissed off at me since like before i got back from school in may!!!!!!! fucking may!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sarah has told me that he hasn't gotten over me not being at his house and spending time with him from last year. and apparently this year is just the same. i am either comming in and then leaving right away or i go straight up to my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would try and fix it. but to me i feel like im kissing ass. which i hate doing. im not an ass kisser. i want to get back in his good graces but i dont wanna do it becaues i have been kissing ass. i dont know what to think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to work tomarrow from 2-6. sarah is planning on going to stone mountain. i dont think i'll go. i would rather stay home. dad doesnt know if hes going either. maybe if he doesnt go i should talk to him. sarah says i should talk to him when shes there. but i dont know if thats a good thing. im influenced by her. and other people around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am easily influenced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so on another note.. hence change of font.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i wish i was pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;people tell me that i am pretty and beautiful all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i dont believe them. i dont know why. there are some days that i feel pretty. but for the most part i dont think im pretty, beautiful or anything. i know im not ugly. but still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i wish i could believe them. maybe becaues i have been through so much bs. and other things that i just dont believe it. i weed it all out as bs. i want to believe. truly i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;self esteem is in the crapper. i see girls with guys holding hands and other things.. and im like why cant i have that. if im so fucking beautiful and pretty. why cant i find a guy. (thats cute as well). im not too picky seriously. i dont wanna be single any more. i hate it. i truly hate it. i know im only 20. but i have been single for like 4 years now. im not including tj becaues it was only for a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;im a fuck up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i wish people would realize that and leave me be. im not worth the trouble. i dont want to die. but sometimes i think it would be for the best. all i do is caues problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;first with mum- i moved out of her house without asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;second with sos- i think i stopped it before it go to far. but i still like him. but who is to say that if we ever go out that he wouldnt cheat on me. i mean he cheated on his gf. i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;third with dad- that i have offically screwed my self over with. no questions asked. seriously. he doesnt trust me and i see no way of ever gaining it back. i have to call and ask if i can have a friend over. i have to call and as if i want to go somewhere. i have to call for everything. he made me paint the decks as "punishment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;although i dont think he thinks of it as punishment. im still not entirely sure what im being punished for. he has taken my car away from me. and its pissing me off. this is the second time my car has been taken away from me.. gahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i should start to buy it from him. but then i would have to pay for insurance. and im not quite sure if i want to do that yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i realize i have a comfy place right now. and i have piddled away a lot of money. and i really need to start being more responsible. but i wish dad would talk to me and remind me of paying him and shit like that. seriously. i forget. hes like you will have everything cut off if you dont pay your bill on time. and i am kinda like well you get a letter and shit that tells  you that  you owe them money. i dont i have the fucking rememebr every month. you dont even call me to remind me. fucking hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well this post has gone on lon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;more later.&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/446669648810201987-512249180433413284?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/512249180433413284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=512249180433413284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/512249180433413284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/512249180433413284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-post.html' title='new post'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-6422385751896626259</id><published>2008-07-11T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:12:06.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why the fuck....</title><content type='html'>sooo... &lt;div&gt;i totally went for one of my good friends boyfriends for like a week.. before my concious kicked in.. and i was like no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note.. my parents have started talking to eachother.. not sure if this is good or not. they are finally pissed off at me. daddy says i need to gain some selfesteeem. caues i have none.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hum.. i wonder why....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he and mum think i am a good girl and i was brought up right and they couldnt ask for a better daughter.. however i am dissapointing them. wft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the same note.. i am underhouse arreset basically by dad.. and mum.. dad is taking away the car i can only go to work and back.. and take care of the dogs.. gahh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking hell....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad say "i know you can do better. you are bullshitting us and yourself. and sadly you are believing yourself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;low low low selfesteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also... if a friend of mine comes onto dads property dad will not hesitate to call the cops.. gahhh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the same note as cops. if i dont pay my ticket. mum and dad both agree that i will spend the night in jail.. or untill i pay it. caues they aren't bailing me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this day just started off bad. i couldnt wake up. i had to take the dogs out for a walk caues i wasnt gonna be able to get them till later tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then michael called and said he was waiting at the cingualr store caues he wanted the new iphone. so i went and waited with him for a bit. caues i didnt have work till 11 and i had walked the dogs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mum left for jersey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she'll be back on sunday.. next sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i get to work and almost break down. i couldnt even talk to coustomers. it was bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i asked if i could go early and kevin said he would see. tj comes in a realizes somethings wrong right away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my shell is breaking. i need to stay away from michael he makes me feel too much. the shell is breaking not good. shit fuck. this is like the 4th or 5th time i have almost broken down. fuck fuck fuck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on an up note i saw joe today. it made me feel alot better to see him. he put a smile on my face and he paied for lunch. i didnt ask him to. he saw that it was only 20.18 and he said he got it. yea~!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets see.. dad decided to drop everything on me right before work and it threw me off the whole day. i came home early from bbw becaues of it. crystal and erin and everyone else noticed.. tomica looked at me and was like smile. crystal was like sometings wrong ur not uppity.. that almost brought a smile to my face.  raffette came in and took over my shift for me thank god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well im gonna watch yuyu now.. so ttyl... leave one.. pitty or tell me im a re.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-6422385751896626259?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-2701104425525554587</id><published>2008-05-04T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:19:26.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they're my best friends right...?</title><content type='html'>ok.. so back to the whole.. friend letter 8 and number b or what ever i called them.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im starting to get mad at them.. i mean i know its in the past.. but im starting to get pissed.. they are supposedly my "best friends" and one of them even calls her self my twin.. i just dont know.. i mean i guess whats really pissing me off is that they are supposed to be my best friends.  they have to realize that they only hear the bad things i say about my mum. why the hell would i complain about her when everything is going swimmingly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of my friends refuses to go into my mothers house. which is just wrong. its not like my mum is gonna start throwing shit and stuff. shes going to be nice. what problems i have with my mother are problems i have with my mother. my friends shouldn't care.. or realize that it will get better. my friend was like "i like this house better. her mother scares me. i am never going in that house" and now that i look back on it. she didn't even want our parents. my mum and her parents to meet. even though we would be living together. wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sorry this is so emo. im just starting to get mad at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-2701104425525554587?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-6860871777245021629</id><published>2008-04-17T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:19:17.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a most random note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;soo new band.. pretty cool. tokio hotel. pretty wicket..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found out jade puget had a helping hand with their song ready set go.. pretty wicked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;checked them out long before that, but yea... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so started looking at pics.. couldnt figure out "its" gender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;musically- it sounds both like a guy and girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;physically- hair like a girl, stands like a girl, face little masculin, more feminie, and more make up than jeffree star....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;verdict.. i thought a girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was wrong.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his name is bill... go figure... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-6860871777245021629?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/6860871777245021629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=6860871777245021629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/6860871777245021629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/6860871777245021629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-most-random-note.html' title='on a most random note'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-7433315850577763603</id><published>2008-04-15T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:21:04.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED: NEW FEMALE FRIENDS.. no wait..</title><content type='html'>ok.. so if you read the previous blog you know i am sick as fuck. the nurses and docs still dont really know waht the hell i have.. kinda pisses me off. im going through a case of water every two days the anti-biotics arent working.. and tissues.. god didn't make enough of them. at least the ones i can get my hands on any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the reason for this blog.. becaues i am mad.. but not really mad enough becaues im sick and all my energy right now is going towards writing this blog and staying up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waht im about to do is copy and paste a previous convo i had with a friend here. caues i really cannot type it all again toinght i'll pass out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened was.. at the beginning of this semester i had plans for moving off campus. i planed to move with a friend of mine named number C. well about 2-3 weeks ago my other friend letter 8 was freaking out caues she didnt have a place to stay. so we invied her to join our happy little group becaues now we could save even more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well wed of last week, they mentioned that they were worried that my mother would not pay her part of the rent. which my mother never said she wouldnt. so they thought up that they (number c and letter 8) would get a town house and i would rent by myself for the year. it was just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well come to find out this weekend their parents got together and decided that thats what they were going to do. no phone call to my mum about their worries or concerns. no telling me untill they got back sunday that thats what they were going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even then i thought i had a little while to possibly change their minds. but no. letter 8's mum came up today and turned in the application for the townhouse today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; basically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;they kicked me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should be angry at them but right now im too sick and tired to be angry.they should have called my mum if they had any qualms what so ever. but they didn't they acted like 5 yr olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo yea. just ticked me off. and i have been sick since thrus. they are hiding behind the fact that they were worried that my mum wouldn't pay and that they were getting stressed. did they not think that i was getting stressed as well. and the fault lies with them becaues they didnt call or have any contact with my mother at all. if they had called and my mother had told them to fuck off or just ignored them i could understand. but she was more than willing to talk to them. gahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this sounds like a rant.. and it is. i just had to get it out becaues i cant complain to my 2bff's caues they are part of the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have come to this concusion. i need new female friends. i think i only have one that i consider a really good friend.. and even then i hardly see her. i talk to about 3 or 4 others and thats it. the rest of my friends are guys, and have been since like 6th grade. i love them seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the computer is blurring in front of me.. i need sleep.. good night good night parting is such sweet sorrow that i shall have to say good night till it be marrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-7433315850577763603?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-8245621606188696642</id><published>2008-04-13T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:50:19.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>sooo..&lt;br /&gt;im freaken sick and it sucks. i had a 101.3 degree temp last night.. and right now im airing out my room caues it was all stuffy and shite.. i just had a big bowl of soup..it was lovely. im worried about school tho. i have like 5 papers due this week and i was going to write them yestday and today, but i cannot concentrate.. even this is hard to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne way. i should go to the studio and trying and find my show on the computer.. but meh.. i'll do it monday or something.. gahh.. i dont feel well.. this is the first time i have been sick, like really sick since i left home.. even then i never got really really sick. i always go through phases. i never am too sick. i can always function. and now i cant its awful. gahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if this is a bit confusing my brain is a little befuddled and stuff. im tryting to catch my bad grammar but something is doesnt happen. im gonna go now just thought i would say something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-8245621606188696642?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/8245621606188696642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=8245621606188696642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/8245621606188696642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/8245621606188696642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-4861419830321166742</id><published>2008-02-25T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:08:33.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what to say...</title><content type='html'>what to say what to say what to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot has happened.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this semster i got my own television show.. (pretty neat-o).  and its called SoundCheck. I get a bunch of bands from around the state to come and perform.. you know what it would probly be easier to copy and paste the asking letter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Rain. I go to Berry College and I produce a television show called SoundCheck. I get different bands from around the state to come to the Berry College Studio and perform. The performance then gets put onto a dvd and is shown around campus, it is also put up on youtube.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am asking if you would like to be a part of this. The show is filmed bi-weekly. I am trying to set up a list for the next two months. I would need a band to play Wednesday March 12 or Friday March 14 (We can film either Wednesday or Friday)  , March 26 or March 28, April 9 or April 11, and April 23 or April 25. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am giving you guys a heads up because I know people work and would need to ask off work. We film from 4:30 pm till 5:30pm I would like the band to show up around 3:30pm so we can do a soundcheck for the mics and instruments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be doing this again in the fall, so if your bad cannot do it any of those weeks, but would still like to be a part of the show just drop me a line and let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to do the show, within the message leave me a contact number and an email address so I can get in contact with you faster than myspace.com. I would also like a list of band members and what instruments they play.   An email address is very important because I have a list of equipment that I have on hand to use, and I would like to know what you have and what you would need us to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot. I look forward to working with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo  yea that went out to like 8-10 bands..and i got an overwhelming responce.. pretty neat.. like within like less than 24 hours. soo now i am booked for the rest of the semester.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna check me out... youtube.com/vikingvision1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep yep.. well i have to make a binder full of shit for the bands! ttyl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-4861419830321166742?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/4861419830321166742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=4861419830321166742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/4861419830321166742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/4861419830321166742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-to-say.html' title='what to say...'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-670293452055016084</id><published>2008-02-12T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:46:18.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hidy ho!</title><content type='html'>soo im back.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda.. i really should be reading something so i can write my abstract.. which means i need to get away from the computer.. blah.. i dont wanna.. ne way.. news.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much.. the brittany thing is driving me insane.. i went to wallyworld today and was like omg.. i need to read up on my brittany  (NOT). and me and my friends just laughed she was like on 50 million bajillion covers. its annoying.. ne who.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a guy.. pretty sweet. cute guy. kinda geeky.. when i think of him i think of sydney white and "I'm a Dork." yea.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really sweet none the less i talked about him to my friends and they were like go for it!&lt;br /&gt;he is a pre vet and something else major, with a minor in biology and chem.. smart man.. yea.. and he knows anatomy.. he gave me a massage and it was wonderful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-670293452055016084?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/670293452055016084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=670293452055016084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/670293452055016084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/670293452055016084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2008/02/hidy-ho.html' title='hidy ho!'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-5743834172387349224</id><published>2008-01-28T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T06:18:14.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>ok.. wow.. its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;im sitting in history right now. a little bored.. oh well&lt;br /&gt;im learning about islam. its pretty intresting.  little bored tho thats why im doing this. great.. im gonna fail. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is comming into town on friday. for sibs and kids weekend. im not quite sure if it is a good thing or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im going to be looking at apartments i believe this weekend, since it is the only weekend i can since i am off. go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work every weekend so blah! oh well its money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i should pay attention ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-5743834172387349224?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/5743834172387349224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=5743834172387349224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/5743834172387349224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/5743834172387349224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2008/01/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-7125591484825636586</id><published>2007-12-26T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:18:12.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally forgot</title><content type='html'>oops.. i totally forgot to tell you guys about my fight with the door..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i was comming back from doing my mum a favor and put my key into the lock to  open the door. and this door has an extra peice on it that makes it stick out like an extra like 4-5 inches. and it totally took off my toe nail..  it hurt like shit... omg later my sister and my mum found my toenail on the porch.. (ew). but yea.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought i would share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll put up picks of the door and my toe later.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. dont worry the toe is almost completly healed.. this happened saturday and its almost wednesday now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-7125591484825636586?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/7125591484825636586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=7125591484825636586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/7125591484825636586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/7125591484825636586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2007/12/totally-forgot.html' title='totally forgot'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-5121816821391583089</id><published>2007-12-26T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:09:48.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys 2</title><content type='html'>ok.. no emo this time.. just plain fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this was the second time we went on a canopy tour.. which is where you take ziplines througout the rainforest in costa rica.. and i was totally crushing on one of the guys.. like totally.. and didn't do anything about it.. so then when i went again we had some fun.. and i guess when ever i saw him my face lit up and he smiled back at me.. (god i sound like a freaken pre-teen with a first crush).. ne way.. so we get to the end and we all take off our gear, and before i get into the van that will take me back to my hotel i shake my guides hands.. and he is one of them (btw his name.. andres) so i am the last to shake his hand and he pulls me in and kisses me.. i think i blushed.. then kinda ran to the van.. i got in and the door closed and i was  caught staring at him.. oops.. he just smiled and laughed.. and waved... and as we were leaving we locked eyes (well the best we could considering i had on sunglasses) eeeeeee... omg and a few times the first time i did this canopy thing.. i totally ended up straddeling him.. accidently.. seriously.. accidently... but he as well bulit.. had a tan, and was just beautiful.. seriously.. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo.. on another note.. i had my first surfing lesson today.. it was fun.. extreemly fun. like i was really afraid that when i got up on the board it wouldnt be like stiff ya know, and it would like bend in the middle, but it didnt. it was really stiff.. i realy wanna practice but where am i gonna find waves in atlanta georgia.. or Rome georgia for that matter.. ga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but other than that today has been a wonderful day.. i have to take the kids to dinner tonight since the adults are going to a fancy resturant and its for 18 and up..i could go, but i dont feel like dressing up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-5121816821391583089?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/5121816821391583089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=5121816821391583089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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reminded that i have no one to share this fabulous vacation with. i mean dont get me wrong i love my grandparents, my aunt, uncle, and two cousions. my brother and sister i love, and my mum.. well some days is a good day others.. not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went on a sunset tour today, and while it was beautiful i couldn't help but feel alone. i want some one to share things with. even if it they couldnt come on this trip i want to be able to email them and tell them about it and that we should sit out and see a sunset together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am having a grand time.. hoping to get a little sun.. i am sunburnt on my boobs arms and a little on my legs.. my face is fine.. deinfatly darker. i made fun of my grandfather today. he wears sneakers and high socks all the time so his feet are really white along with my grandma's and i stated that their feet were whiter than my legs and it was sad. they agreed. i am soo friggen pale. but oh well. i have been sitting out every day i have been here trying to get a tan. i need a new bathing suit so i can get a differnt tan line. but it is soo hard to find a bathing suit (2-peice) that looks good, i dont want a skanky kind where the top is soo small you are falling out. i don't mind showing off a little skin but come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo in other news i accepted a bet against my grandfather. he said he would pay me 10 bucks for every pound i lost, but i have to hit 20. and if i loose more weight than that, i get even more money. this is becaues i have been complainging about my boobs and not being able to wear some really cute things becaues they are so big and make me look fat.  but yea.. i have from when i get off this vacation till i believe july 4th.. to lose 20 pounds.. i really hope i can do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne way. i went on a sea-do today. it was alot of fun i went yesterday with my brother sister and cousin. my sister grabbed on to me for dear life it was amusing.  i tried to throw her off but i realized if i threw her off then i would go as well. oh well. today i went with my brother, aunt uncle and cousin. it was great i got up to 56 mph! and got some major air. this vacation is lovely. the drinks are free.. hella and i can drink! not that i am getting drunk all the time.. mum would be on my ass faster than a kid with sugar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well my half hour is almost up.. i am sitting in the internet cafe and it slike 2$ for 15 min and 3.50$ for a half hour.. i think i should be good and get off.. i'll be back laters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-523899623021962056?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/523899623021962056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-8630987644417196051</id><published>2007-11-13T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:40:02.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys suck</title><content type='html'>soo..&lt;br /&gt;im sitting in speech class right now.. listening to informative speechs.. well kinda listening.. i have been preoccupied with the computer in front of me. i mean hell im typing this.. gahh.. well i think my teacher is calling class early becaues she has to go to pittsburg for going a funeral.. and i dont have class on thursday thank friggen god.. im excited.. my chem professor is not going to be here as well.. however he is being an ass and making us come to class none the less.. but he pushed back the paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne way... why are boys such asses... honestly.. i have been basically telling this guy since like the beginning of this year that i like him.. and i finally got it out of him that he has no intentions of dating.. or looking at me as anything other than a friend.. but he was hugging me, and hanging on me, and he kissed me as well. i just didnt know what to think.. he just confused the hell out of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went and talked to him afterwards.. and basically told him i was happy that i found out before i could really get hut thank god.. and i left.. leigh took me to wa ho.. it was nice..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shelly is leaving im sad about that.. but oh well. i understand why she is leaving. i wish she wasnt tho.. but she wants nothing to do with jason... he is an ass.  but she looked out for me.. like i shared with her what the guy said to me and she was like do not mope.. dont show him that you are sad.. or anything.. and i havent so its all ok..  not like i would have cried anyway.. but i am seriously thinking about looking around for a girl.. i have had enough with boys.. i say that.. but meh.. i watched afi-i heard a voice.. and it cheeered me up. i sang along with every song it was amazing.. and when i get out of tv production i am going to go to wally world with leigh and we are going to get out nails done it is pretty spiffy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i think i am goign to watch nightmare before christmas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-8630987644417196051?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/8630987644417196051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=8630987644417196051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/8630987644417196051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/8630987644417196051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2007/11/boys-suck.html' title='boys suck'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-9205708298141499287</id><published>2007-11-06T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T12:44:40.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh buggar</title><content type='html'>ok, so i am sitting here in television production class.. and he is teaching us how to upload a video and change it to flash... kinda intresting but it is taking forever to load.. &lt;br /&gt;i have been having some really weird dreams lately.. its kinda scary.. like dreams about my wedding..and there was a certian guy in it.. and i really dont care for him.. its strange..i havent been having really weird stuff before i go to bed so i have no idea what it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne way.. we are messing around with i-movie and i kinda really dont wanna mess arond with it im watching scott do everything. its intresting.. but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg this weekend me and jenn are going to go out and take pictures this weekend go on like an adventure. pretty cool... i think im gonna try and get out a camera.. so we can tape us running around taking pictures.. i am also gonna get it out later and me leigh and jenn and we are gonna do like a dance thingie.. pretty fun.. its going to be going onto youtube.. i think we are gonna dance to walk it out and some others.. pretty fun.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should really be paying attention... byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-9205708298141499287?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/9205708298141499287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=9205708298141499287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/9205708298141499287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/9205708298141499287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-buggar.html' title='oh buggar'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-8350295197557489567</id><published>2007-10-23T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T13:02:23.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh for fucks sake</title><content type='html'>god this is going to be really emo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck does my mum treat me like im five. i am almost 20 for fucks sake. i told her today that i wasnt going anywhere for thanksgiving. i wanted to stay  home and not do anything, i think im going to a friends house for thanksgiving dinner, but other than that i dont wanna do anything.  dad is going to texas and mum when she found out i wasnt going was like then come the flordia with me.. we will only go for like 3 days wed to fri.. and i was like no i dont want to. she is like " i feel used. when it comes to getting things you care, but when it comes time to spend it with family you want nothing to do with us." im like im sory you feel that way it was not ment to be taken that way.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my sister is treated more like an adult than i am and she is fucking 11... it just pisses me off. am i still going to be treated like a kid when i get married? and (possibly) have my own fucking kids.. are they gonna be treated more like adults than i am.. omg.. i am just soo pissed at her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she asked where i planned on staying caues apperntly i am not allowed in her house caues shes not going to be there, caues shes in flordia so im not welcome there, and appaerntly im not welcome in my fathers home either becaues he is going to be gone as well.. so basically i have to get a hotel room or shack up with some friends.. im 19 almost 20 for fucks sake.. it is just starting to piss me off to no end.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that she can speak for my dad anyway.. when he found out he was like "oh ok ur not going.. alwrite, but you will be taking care of the dogs and the fish.. " thats all he said to me.. but mum is like freakign out.... gahhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i'll stop on my emo ranting... fucking bitch.. thats what she is.. whatch her find this... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-8350295197557489567?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/8350295197557489567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=8350295197557489567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/8350295197557489567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/8350295197557489567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-for-fucks-sake.html' title='oh for fucks sake'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-5836966885617750896</id><published>2007-10-10T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:45:33.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some poems.. or just ramblings</title><content type='html'>here are some poems.. &lt;br /&gt;they aren't really deep.. just mindless stuff... ne way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE-LOVE&lt;br /&gt;both four letter words&lt;br /&gt;but opposites&lt;br /&gt;and each mean so much...&lt;br /&gt;they both can &lt;br /&gt;make... &lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;break someone&lt;br /&gt;predgious stems from love and hate&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Why does this world bring so much hate&lt;br /&gt;to repeate the black eyed peas&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the love?"&lt;br /&gt;everything brings hate&lt;br /&gt;why not bring love&lt;br /&gt;-but they cant coinside&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;we are but puppets on strings&lt;br /&gt;put on display for everyone to see&lt;br /&gt;we have perfect lives&lt;br /&gt;we are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the patterns form trees&lt;br /&gt;beautiful but sad&lt;br /&gt;they know why you cry&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flower &lt;br /&gt;such a delicate thing&lt;br /&gt;beautiful yet easily&lt;br /&gt;manipulated&lt;br /&gt;change the color of the water&lt;br /&gt;the petals change that color&lt;br /&gt;petals strong yet delicate&lt;br /&gt;can withstand rain, sleet, hail, snow&lt;br /&gt;but touch them&lt;br /&gt;they wither and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that stupid game&lt;br /&gt;he loves me&lt;br /&gt;he loves me not&lt;br /&gt;odd number petals&lt;br /&gt;always not&lt;br /&gt;even&lt;br /&gt;nothing is ever even &lt;br /&gt;in this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothings ever fair&lt;br /&gt;not allowed to lvoe&lt;br /&gt;easily manipulated&lt;br /&gt;either by people&lt;br /&gt;or laws set down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society's against flowers&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im done....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-5836966885617750896?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/5836966885617750896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=5836966885617750896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/5836966885617750896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/5836966885617750896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-poems-or-just-ramblings.html' title='some poems.. or just ramblings'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-3756393519432741602</id><published>2007-09-12T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:57:37.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/RuhISg8kvyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YKufeo_cYiw/s1600-h/IMGP0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/RuhISg8kvyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YKufeo_cYiw/s320/IMGP0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109413260170673954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i guess i could post some of my old poems on here. that pic is from scotland and it just makes me laugh..&lt;br /&gt;why do people smoke.. i mean i know i do.. but its still very rare that i do..  why do we pick it up in the first place.. it makes no sence.. its bad.. look at all the evidence.. and yet we still do it.. the same with drinking.. gahhh.. vices vices.. gotta love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand there are two movies out that i really wanna get.. Velvet Goldmine and Live Freaky, Die Freaky.. i want i want i want.. oh well when i get some moeny possibly.. im gonna have to order it online.. damnit sometimes i wish i had a debit or a credit card.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i would get into too much debit.. so we arent going there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my next post will be tomarrow.. or later today.. we shall see what i can dig up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-3756393519432741602?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/3756393519432741602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=3756393519432741602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/3756393519432741602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/3756393519432741602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2007/09/booga.html' title='Booga!'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/RuhISg8kvyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YKufeo_cYiw/s72-c/IMGP0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446669648810201987.post-6527273258175018231</id><published>2007-09-11T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:00:08.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>ok.. so.. school has started and my mother is getting out of control.. she is freaking out on me. i had the car for the week so i could go see a concert and she flips out and says im lying to her.. not true..oh well.. shes just getting mad at every little thing right now and she might even pull me out of school if she finds out im doing bad. if she finds out i have another job.. oh crap.. all hell will break loose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not quite sure what else to write.. i guess that i met and made a new friend yesterday.. his name is derek.. and hes from school. very sweet guy like placebo as well.. wich is kick ass. and i think another kid likes me as well.. but whatever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446669648810201987-6527273258175018231?l=thissneakyninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/feeds/6527273258175018231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446669648810201987&amp;postID=6527273258175018231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/6527273258175018231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446669648810201987/posts/default/6527273258175018231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissneakyninja.blogspot.com/2007/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Sneaky Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495284463793820958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjTvAWjWqC4/R7NHfWOfDAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIpuDVLfF6U/S220/IMGP0013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
