<?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-5725499</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:49:42.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blondes Have Thoughts Too</title><subtitle type='html'>I've realized I talk way too much and no one cares so what better place to just get it all out than here.  Blonde (no duh), big girl, 1st generation American on one side, Irish banshee on the other, elvish freak, bookworm chic, future director and pain in your ass!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-116855467262227730</id><published>2007-01-11T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:31:12.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes and conculsions</title><summary type='text'>"There's no love in fear."-tool lyrics"If it doesn't help, it harms."-screenplay advice from professor and dept of communications.thus, if fear is not love, then it doesnt help and it harms, so i must let it go.  love does bring about fear but the ironic part is we fear the lack of love and then react by pushing it away, saying we will be better without it.  its ironic and quite illogical.  so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116855467262227730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=116855467262227730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116855467262227730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116855467262227730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/quotes-and-conculsions.html' title='quotes and conculsions'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-116840405800466087</id><published>2007-01-09T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:40:58.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture in love with death</title><summary type='text'>We remember a changer of worlds by the death he came to.  Why do we not remember our most favorite action of them?  With Martin Luther King Jr. we do, our favorite speech, since most can agree on that.  However, I watched a speech about MLK Jr. and he was about more than the race issue.  He wanted to equalize wealth, spread the wealth and have more peaceful international affairs.  We remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116840405800466087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=116840405800466087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116840405800466087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116840405800466087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/culture-in-love-with-death.html' title='Culture in love with death'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-116806402864835198</id><published>2007-01-06T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:15:40.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But how do I change things?</title><summary type='text'>Acknowledge that there needs to be a change and that you are able to create that change.Research how to change it, the minute details to work on and what exact actions will help.Practice those actions over and over.Live with those new actions and attention to detail.  Make it your mantra until it becomes a habit and is incorporated into your life.Now that you've succeeded, decide to change </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116806402864835198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=116806402864835198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116806402864835198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116806402864835198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/but-how-do-i-change-things.html' title='But how do I change things?'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-116778905360437355</id><published>2007-01-02T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:50:53.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><summary type='text'>Time, that's my problem.  When I go to sleep, I think about the entire past day which leads further to my past and old haunts.  Then I think of the next day and what i have to get ready for, all of which i cant do since im about to go to sleep, i cant set anything up so why bother?  what i did when i slept well was go to this meditative place where time just stopped.  sort of like it didnt exist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116778905360437355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=116778905360437355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116778905360437355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116778905360437355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-116778803770096398</id><published>2007-01-02T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:33:57.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>minor annoying problems-the stress is building</title><summary type='text'>So I'm stressed but its minor things, I just don't want it to bog me down.  It's the normal routine and I just have to rise above it but the first step is to realize how I feel, see whats causing it, change what I can and rise above what I can't by meditation, reasoning, or going into another world.  thats my goal and plan.  the real goal is closer to the buddhist goal but that comes with a lot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116778803770096398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=116778803770096398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116778803770096398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116778803770096398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/minor-annoying-problems-stress-is.html' title='minor annoying problems-the stress is building'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-116769059184524931</id><published>2007-01-01T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:29:51.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woke up at 4pm</title><summary type='text'>Good pts of sleeping late and getting to bed late: I  can take naps during the day, bipolar tips says that I should allow myself this since mania episodes could occur later that night.I get to write with no interruption, totally isolated and away from the world.  I've come to see that I don't get sad over vacation because isolation, really, whenever I'm truly isolated, I'm happy, I'm the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116769059184524931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=116769059184524931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116769059184524931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116769059184524931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/woke-up-at-4pm.html' title='Woke up at 4pm'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-116762941832045753</id><published>2006-12-31T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:30:18.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wipe Clean</title><summary type='text'>Through the fog, she could see, could sense the figure, black hair, short and rounded to her face, a streak of dyed strands to the right of the eyes.  Those eyes, they were black and filled with color at the same time, swirls of possibilities created a vortex to be lost in.  She wiped away the mist from that clear glass and found more reflection than imagination.  She knew that character was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116762941832045753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=116762941832045753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116762941832045753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116762941832045753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/wipe-clean.html' title='Wipe Clean'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-116643575514911165</id><published>2006-12-18T04:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T04:55:55.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube comments must be shorter than 500 words so I said screw it</title><summary type='text'>"     p0479      (1 week ago)           The guy was a drug addicted suicide waiting to happen. He wasn't smart. He wasn't "enlightened." He was crazy. He is your typical liberal waste."  from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gbJJ-ghksEWow, how cold-hearted can you be? "suicide waiting to happen"?  Do you say these things in the real world or are you afraid you'll get punched in the face?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116643575514911165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=116643575514911165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116643575514911165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116643575514911165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/youtube-comments-must-be-shorter-than.html' title='Youtube comments must be shorter than 500 words so I said screw it'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-116579112984377239</id><published>2006-12-10T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:52:09.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Political comments</title><summary type='text'>watch: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8x14cLGh5oMy combined comments on the message board following the video:I want to give my appreciation for the comments that actually give some backing to their like/dislike.  The rest of your are idiots.  On that note, if I bash you, it's because I respect you.  The heavy editing is for aesthetic reasons and if you couldn't tell, her articulation was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116579112984377239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=116579112984377239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116579112984377239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116579112984377239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/political-comments.html' title='Political comments'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-116552116463448095</id><published>2006-12-07T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:52:44.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping a secret because no one gives a crap anyway is totally different than keeping a secret because without it, everyone's knowledge would be hurtf</title><summary type='text'>I can't take small schools, though I didn't know this school was so small.  I miss Sachem and its size, how I could blend, how I didn't have a reputation and never needed one, never needed to worry about one.  Just first impressions there and 'have fun while they're around' philosophies.  Love them because you've known them for so long, because they are who they are because of their lives.  These</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116552116463448095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=116552116463448095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116552116463448095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/116552116463448095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/keeping-secret-because-no-one-gives.html' title='Keeping a secret because no one gives a crap anyway is totally different than keeping a secret because without it, everyone&apos;s knowledge would be hurtf'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-111948975522827357</id><published>2005-06-22T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:22:35.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally my profile pic means something</title><summary type='text'>I just feel so alone, like there is no one for me.  Like no one would ever be there when I need them.  No one's calling me, my family's annoying and expects me to be there for them and never have to be taken care of by them.  They want me to be there for them and then be a quiet mute, do nothing, feel nothing, be nothing, just a doll for them to vent at and make them feel better.  No friends call</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111948975522827357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=111948975522827357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/111948975522827357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/111948975522827357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-my-profile-pic-means-something.html' title='Finally my profile pic means something'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-111941762294012868</id><published>2005-06-22T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:20:22.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just realized</title><summary type='text'>Just realized the title of the last post was I need this bullshit instead of I don't need this bullshit right now.  I think that's goddamn funny considering the conclusion I came to at the end of that post.  Wow, freud still has control of my mind...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111941762294012868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=111941762294012868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/111941762294012868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/111941762294012868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-realized.html' title='just realized'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-111941750744615208</id><published>2005-06-21T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:18:27.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need this bullshit right now</title><summary type='text'>I'm going through a real hard time right now...I can't even leave my fucking house and it's no one's fault by my fucking own!!!  And now he wants to pull this bullshit!!  I'm sorry, I love you baby but I need to vent.  Obviously we can't be having mental breakdowns at the same time!  No, I'll wait, put off my own fear of my own fucking self and help you as best I can and how can I help?  Be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111941750744615208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=111941750744615208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/111941750744615208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/111941750744615208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-need-this-bullshit-right-now.html' title='I need this bullshit right now'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-111923991136347822</id><published>2005-06-19T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:58:31.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BTW</title><summary type='text'>If you guys want to post a comment, just figured out how:click on the gold # sign and then you can comment just like on Xanga and all those things.  I'll try making that things bigger if I can, like marking it out as the button to post comments.  It's right at the end of every entry just before the author and date.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111923991136347822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=111923991136347822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/111923991136347822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/111923991136347822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/btw.html' title='BTW'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-111923971097583369</id><published>2005-06-19T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:55:10.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry everyone, yes I'm home from school and yes i'm not calling any of my friends or talking to them online, disappearing from AIM just to stalk the away messages and profiles.  I feel like such a bad friend and then I feel so alone and then I'm not even doing anything about being alone or anything.There's just a lot of things happening with me.  I'm going through a really bad time and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111923971097583369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=111923971097583369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/111923971097583369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/111923971097583369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-110585974945455080</id><published>2005-01-16T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T02:15:49.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed to talk yet didn't even know what to say</title><summary type='text'>So, I have so many things to be happy about, to remind me life is gorgeous, and yet this nagging feeling won't let go, and then, it makes me forget the good things and just makes me plummet, like the dementors did with Harry Potter.Sorry, I'm keeping this light, at least for now.  It's something I haven't told anyone until recently, something I've bottled up for years now and feel like I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110585974945455080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=110585974945455080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110585974945455080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110585974945455080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/needed-to-talk-yet-didnt-even-know.html' title='Needed to talk yet didn&apos;t even know what to say'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-110555726068435403</id><published>2005-01-12T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T14:15:17.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't even know if you even read this, or if anyone reads this, but here goes anyway. I needed to get this out and you weren't online for me to give you even a little message while your away like you do for me. My dad offered to drive me in tomorrow, only problem, it would be 5 o'clock in the morning when he goes into work, meaning waking you up at 6 AM. That would have been interesting, but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110555726068435403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=110555726068435403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110555726068435403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110555726068435403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-even-know-if-you-even-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-110481276279615461</id><published>2005-01-03T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T23:26:02.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feel like i am wasting my life away</title><summary type='text'>as you can see, when i cease to use capitals, its not going to be a wonderful day.  not necessarily bad, but lazy and well, wasteful...i feel so lazy, my limbs themselves do not want to move or get up, my head will warn me against any movement with a swift headache and light-headed blackouts.i'm sitting here, feeling the bug to write and what windows are up?  two song players and neopets and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110481276279615461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=110481276279615461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110481276279615461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110481276279615461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/feel-like-i-am-wasting-my-life-away.html' title='feel like i am wasting my life away'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-110410297444617378</id><published>2004-12-26T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T18:16:14.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is with the Fascist idea of blonde, straight hair and blue eyes, skinny with ribs models?</title><summary type='text'>Sick and tired of needing straight hair to be beautiful, needing my fingers to run through it as if they are only a couple of strands.  My mother has thin hair and she doesn't like it.  She doesn't say it out loud, but I can tell, it's because its a sign of her growing old.  But when you have it as a kid, no, when you need it as a kid, its just a way to be more like the models of mags. My hair </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110410297444617378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=110410297444617378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110410297444617378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110410297444617378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-is-with-fascist-idea-of-blonde.html' title='What is with the Fascist idea of blonde, straight hair and blue eyes, skinny with ribs models?'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-110403576493318414</id><published>2004-12-25T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T00:06:13.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you??  an entire day without talking to you!!  i'm dying on the inside</title><summary type='text'>so my 'significant other' has left me... actually no, just for a day, and i'm dying on the insideok, i'm overreacting but that's only because i couldn't react at all in front of my family, even my close family.christmas morning was quite tiring and exhausting, taking...did i say taking, i mean sucking my life away from me!!  yeah, i've got a younger cousin that needs quite a bit of attention </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110403576493318414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=110403576493318414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110403576493318414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110403576493318414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/where-are-you-entire-day-without.html' title='where are you??  an entire day without talking to you!!  i&apos;m dying on the inside'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-110352010840512371</id><published>2004-12-20T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T00:21:48.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's jsut one of those days</title><summary type='text'>It was great, the best day yet.  I'm just so happy.  And how will I end the wonderful night?  How bout some essays I don't feel like doing!!!Gods, the sarcasm is just growing.We, my group of friends over in college, did a secret santa party, couple gifts and spontaneous, I thought of you gifts as well but hey, it was one hell of a time.  I was so happy, with my new found love and friends I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110352010840512371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=110352010840512371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110352010840512371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110352010840512371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-jsut-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s jsut one of those days'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-110157637723500457</id><published>2004-11-27T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T12:26:17.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposed to do homework, brain's on vacation</title><summary type='text'>Wonderful time for my brain to actually find out, hey, we've got 4 days of nothin to do!!!I've got to read this research paper that I already wrote so I can revise it and I can't figure out if I was drunk when I wrote it or I'm drunk while reading it and that's why things aren't making sense.  Sentences are just not connected to each other.  Oh well, let me get somethin done, or a least pack </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110157637723500457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=110157637723500457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110157637723500457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110157637723500457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/11/supposed-to-do-homework-brains-on.html' title='Supposed to do homework, brain&apos;s on vacation'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-110153024154318575</id><published>2004-11-26T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:37:21.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed Up</title><summary type='text'>Warning: this is after a very frustrating fight with my parents, you have been warned.My parents don't want me showing any emotion, they don't want me having any emotion.  They told me, straight out, you're not allowed to be mad at us.  Come on!  What teenager is not going to be mad at their parents.  Idiots.My mom hates it when I cry.  She's told me its a defense mechanism, the cold wench.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110153024154318575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=110153024154318575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110153024154318575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110153024154318575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/11/messed-up.html' title='Messed Up'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-110143632667685306</id><published>2004-11-25T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T21:32:06.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lonely Part of Holidays</title><summary type='text'>Come on, you know there's always gonna be some sort of depressing thing about the holidays, all of them.  My only problem, along with PMS, was being alone in my room, packing by myself, with the entire floor quiet because, guess what: NO ONE WAS THERE!!  Oh well, then my b/f comes in with one of his friends and I'm all up and hyper for no reason, well okay, there was a reason, I wasn't playing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110143632667685306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=110143632667685306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110143632667685306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110143632667685306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/11/lonely-part-of-holidays.html' title='The Lonely Part of Holidays'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-110135465144397104</id><published>2004-11-24T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:12:53.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS!!!</title><summary type='text'>So my ever-caring b/f has found the root of all my problems. I never thought I did this but yes, i pms. ah, such caring men...and then he tries to aknowledge how women don't like blamin it on that because then its like they lack depth. alright, i can say that i was having a couple of bad days, two to be exact but who knows when it'll end. so maybe i was prone to be all sad, but i did have reasons</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110135465144397104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=110135465144397104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110135465144397104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/110135465144397104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/11/pms.html' title='PMS!!!'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-109794926047695639</id><published>2004-10-16T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T13:23:15.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RHAPSODY Link</title><summary type='text'>RHAPSODY Linketernal sunshine of the spotless mind&lt;----if anyone is interested.  i was trying to get it on the net so i can play with the songs a bit but, oh well, didn't work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/109794926047695639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=109794926047695639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/109794926047695639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/109794926047695639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/10/rhapsody-link.html' title='RHAPSODY Link'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-108258445663557837</id><published>2004-04-21T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T16:57:15.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration</title><summary type='text'>The sound of motors in the air, the thoughts of sun on the mind are the only signals for this lonely spring in our neighborhood.  Green grass is always there, even if you mist dig for it against winter winds.  But what makes the winter winds so much different than spring's own?  Is it the scent on the air of mold and grass clippings that remind one of the start of something new or is it the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/108258445663557837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=108258445663557837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/108258445663557837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/108258445663557837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/04/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-108031983355904450</id><published>2004-03-26T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T11:54:46.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadway Hits dealing with Africa</title><summary type='text'>Let's see, the ones I've seen are Aida and the Lion King.  Disney broadway of course.  But in both there is a pride found within the people and a respect to descendants.  Just listen to "They live within you" from the Lion King broadway version.  You can also hear it in the second Lion King movie.  The Lion King broadway soundtrack is helping me with my inspiration but not much else.  Oh, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/108031983355904450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=108031983355904450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/108031983355904450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/108031983355904450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/03/broadway-hits-dealing-with-africa.html' title='Broadway Hits dealing with Africa'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-108014205284842255</id><published>2004-03-24T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T10:30:02.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I writing about Sierra Leone?</title><summary type='text'>I am writing about them because there is an epidemic there, killing more people than AIDS in that country.  There are 4 countries so far that have an epidemic that is affecting them worse than AIDS.  What can be worse than AIDS.  The African Sleeping Sickness.  It rots a body from the inside out, can be passed from animal to human and originates with a stinking fly.  The tsetse fly to be exact.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/108014205284842255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=108014205284842255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/108014205284842255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/108014205284842255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/03/why-am-i-writing-about-sierra-leone.html' title='Why am I writing about Sierra Leone?'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107877915836521324</id><published>2004-03-08T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T15:54:52.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little insight into Sierra Leone</title><summary type='text'>Now, when I first heard of this African country, I knew nothing but that they have a serious epidemic of the sleeping disease in the country.  Then, I watched Saturday Night Live (where normal people get all the 'real' news) and learned a little bit more.  They have problems like Haiti not being able to even find a gov't.  (I have a Haitian mom, don't be hating.)  Here is a little transcript of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107877915836521324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107877915836521324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107877915836521324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107877915836521324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/03/little-insight-into-sierra-leone.html' title='A little insight into Sierra Leone'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107832740701279099</id><published>2004-03-03T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:25:35.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing a book</title><summary type='text'>Okay, starting to write an orginal book that will be published.  It's kind of political but I don't want to tell you all about it or someone'll write it faster than me and have it published.  So,I'm gonna attach myself to one of the themes in it, one of the politcal issues and talk about it.AIDS is the epidemic that has been talked about for awhile and many organizations are raising money to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107832740701279099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107832740701279099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107832740701279099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107832740701279099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/03/writing-book.html' title='Writing a book'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107815532423998691</id><published>2004-03-01T10:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T10:37:31.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alu tsoss biu cretok!~go kiss an orc!</title><summary type='text'>You wanna speak elvish.  Don't deny it.   I know me and Ramblingthestral aren't the only ones signing off with Namarie.  I found this site, that most elvish people have already seen but it has phrases and greetings, everything, it's great.  http://www.grey-company.org/Circle/language/phrase.htmRemember when Legolas said: Lle naa vanima?you are beautiful, to Anna?  I got it from that site.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107815532423998691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107815532423998691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107815532423998691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107815532423998691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/03/alu-tsoss-biu-cretokgo-kiss-orc_01.html' title='Alu tsoss biu cretok!~go kiss an orc!'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107815475599142452</id><published>2004-03-01T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T10:28:02.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alu tsoss biu cretok!~go kiss an orc!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107815475599142452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107815475599142452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107815475599142452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107815475599142452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/03/alu-tsoss-biu-cretokgo-kiss-orc.html' title='Alu tsoss biu cretok!~go kiss an orc!'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107773384864887825</id><published>2004-02-25T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T13:32:50.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is happening here?</title><summary type='text'>I just got back tests that I got a 70 and then a 68 or something stupid like that.  What the hell is happening?  I'm the kind of student who hates tests because they're boring and not worth my time but its not like I don't study.  I usually get 90s and in my toughest subject, 88 was comparitive to a 92.  Common, math is tough.  Precal espceially. It's so annoying!  As if I don't have enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107773384864887825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107773384864887825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107773384864887825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107773384864887825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-hell-is-happening-here.html' title='What the hell is happening here?'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107764732165129275</id><published>2004-02-24T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T13:30:42.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed to hell and back</title><summary type='text'>Well, yesterday I might've been ablet o give you a whole list as to why I was stressed but today i just feel helpless.  I feel like I have no arms.  An odd sensation but it's like that system of a down song, "We're left with no arms, in the power struggle."  I feel helpless and even if I wasn't, I don't want to help myself.  i don't want to do anything.  Yet still, I do what I have to including </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107764732165129275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107764732165129275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107764732165129275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107764732165129275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/02/stressed-to-hell-and-back.html' title='Stressed to hell and back'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107642766621996944</id><published>2004-02-10T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T13:47:10.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CD for Anna(on of my rp games, not the ff)</title><summary type='text'>Name:  AnnaAge:  30Race: Dunedain HumanWeapons: Two daggers of the design found at the Barrow Downs.  Of a reasonable length and weight for the nimble but small hands of the maiden.Description:  Her dress is cream with highlights of green, torn and weathered from having not much else to wear, unless she steals it.  Her straight nose and high cheekbones come from the Dunedain line as well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107642766621996944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107642766621996944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107642766621996944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107642766621996944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/02/cd-for-annaon-of-my-rp-games-not-ff.html' title='CD for Anna(on of my rp games, not the ff)'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107574773786979892</id><published>2004-02-02T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T13:50:36.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Live</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I'm weird, get over it.So, I always used to, still do, greet people by nodding my head.  But I didn't nod it upwards as most of the 'gangstas' do, but downward, as a knight or princess of the Middle Ages.  The only other person who did that was this guy in my dance studio.  So, from this, I concluded that a past life of mine was from the middle ages.  Especially consdiering I probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107574773786979892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107574773786979892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107574773786979892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107574773786979892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/02/past-live.html' title='Past Live'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107573605178818108</id><published>2004-02-02T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T10:40:20.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Once and Future King</title><summary type='text'>The best book known to man, besides the Lord of the Rings, but it comes awfully close.  You have to read it more than once, not for comprehension, but to remember all you've learned.  Such as the geese live more happily than the ants because they have no bounderies or territories and have no wars amongst themselves or other species.My mistake, it is about King Arthur, Merlyn, the Knights at the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107573605178818108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107573605178818108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107573605178818108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107573605178818108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/02/once-and-future-king.html' title='The Once and Future King'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107478605283606673</id><published>2004-01-22T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T10:42:20.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life From The Outside</title><summary type='text'>She walks through the world,Her eyes never really seeing.She's here but she's not,And she's happy that way.They tell her to wake up,Pay attention,Stop spacing out,Stop living in your own world.But she's happy there,Closing her eyes to the never-ending pain,Dreaming of a better place,Dreaming she's free.She doesn't want to wake up,Not to this world,Not to any world.He blares his</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107478605283606673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107478605283606673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107478605283606673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107478605283606673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/01/life-from-outside.html' title='Life From The Outside'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107478556019729383</id><published>2004-01-22T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T10:34:07.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own World</title><summary type='text'>I create my own world,I call it writing,I call them stories,But they're as real as this life,Maybe  more.Why do you hide?I just need a breakFrom this life.I merely escape,Once in awhile.Then why do you escape?You would too,If you knew.If you opened your eyesAnd earsTo everything around you. People dying for another's fight,Our home is being desecrated,Our children are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107478556019729383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107478556019729383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107478556019729383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107478556019729383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-own-world.html' title='My Own World'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107478460982586787</id><published>2004-01-22T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T10:18:17.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpliest Fear Dramatized</title><summary type='text'>I sank into my chair, anxiety creeping into my heart and soul as I thought about talking with them.  I'll stutter, I won't understand, I'll ask them to repeat themselves until they get too annoyed to talk to me.  Maybe if I just sink into this corner, they won't notice me and I won't have to go through making a fool of myself.  No matter how hard I try to tell myself and others I don't care what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107478460982586787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107478460982586787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107478460982586787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107478460982586787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/01/simpliest-fear-dramatized.html' title='The Simpliest Fear Dramatized'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107324656169063852</id><published>2004-01-04T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T06:53:41.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's got a conspiracy and a theory</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I want some truth to come out in the world.  My conspiracy, to make people think my site is funny, truthful, interesting and just... or just a goof off good time.My theory, there is always something behind the surface.  That's why they call it a surface, right?  What if everything was a surface though?  Love, a heart, a feeling.  It never goes deep enough, but why would you want to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107324656169063852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107324656169063852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2004/01/everyones-got-conspiracy-and-theory.html' title='Everyone&apos;s got a conspiracy and a theory'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107184801160730038</id><published>2003-12-19T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T10:34:25.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mirror mirror</title><summary type='text'>I think everyone has a problem with the way they look.  everyone except my sister.  she has got to be the most vain person I've ever met.  She is always looking in the mirror, fixing her hair and never letting anyone touch it.  but, she's happy with how she looks.  She steps away from the mirror saying, 'I'm so pretty,' as the rest of us gag.  maybe it's time in front of the mirror we need.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107184801160730038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107184801160730038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107184801160730038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107184801160730038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/12/mirror-mirror.html' title='mirror mirror'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107167282691749898</id><published>2003-12-17T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T09:54:38.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just ignore: health research paper, another transfer thing.</title><summary type='text'>The African Sleeping SicknessDefinition-A communicable disease transmitted through blood though mostly by the tsetse fly.Cause-Tryponaosoma, a protozoaSymptoms-        incubation stage-Bites fromt eh tsetse fly are painful and develop into red chancre sores.        prodromal stage/first phase-feversvere headachesirritabilityectreme fatigueswollen lymph nodesaching muscles and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107074187290225847</id><published>2003-12-06T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T15:18:34.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trailer ideas</title><summary type='text'>For Blind RevengePlease do not take any offence, this about your characters, not you.(There will be a black screen with the bold sentences in white then the shot described below.)The Bitch"I've got your school spirit right here!"The Dumb Jock(The crowd scream impersonation)Miss Personality"Uh...hi"The One Who Didn't Belong(Side shot of Samara with Valerie and Jessie in background)Yeah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107074187290225847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107074187290225847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107074187290225847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107074187290225847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/12/trailer-ideas.html' title='Trailer ideas'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107056329224312349</id><published>2003-12-04T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T10:41:38.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parting of the Fellowship--The turmoil in Anna's head.</title><summary type='text'>Barcelona by JewelBarcelona where the wind all blew/And the churches don't have windows but the graveyards do.As she sat, her eyes gazing across the River, she could not find a clear answer to all her questions yet the body of Boromir semmed in sharp focus as it glided across her vision.Me and my shadow are wrestling again/Look out stranger, there's a dark cloud moving in.As she untangled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107056329224312349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107056329224312349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107056329224312349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107056329224312349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/12/parting-of-fellowship-turmoil-in-annas.html' title='Parting of the Fellowship--The turmoil in Anna&apos;s head.'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107055169283533653</id><published>2003-12-04T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T13:38:18.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing Adventure--Reasons for following</title><summary type='text'>Deep Water by JewelWhen you find yourself falling down/Your hopes in the sky/But your heart like grape gum on the ground.She was hollow, useless, and she knew it.  Her promises of vengence dead with nonaction.And you try to find yourself/In the abstractions of religion/And the cruelty of everyone else.But when she compared herself to the laughable society all races created for themselves, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107055169283533653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107055169283533653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107055169283533653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107055169283533653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/12/choosing-adventure-reasons-for.html' title='Choosing Adventure--Reasons for following'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-107029323046968267</id><published>2003-12-01T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T10:41:06.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers freezing, can't type</title><summary type='text'>It is so cold out and we had to go out because of a drill.  So... if i mispell anything, forgive me, my fingers are about to break off. What is there to say?  I shouldn't waste time or eneergy.  My fingers are realy brittle.  I have so much to write.  The 250 words for english turns out to have to be 500 words.  I have to write two paragraphs so my partner can write some more for a project and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/107029323046968267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=107029323046968267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107029323046968267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/107029323046968267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/12/fingers-freezing-cant-type.html' title='Fingers freezing, can&apos;t type'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106978569601113610</id><published>2003-11-25T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T13:42:06.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Moment</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so the title of this blog is blondes have thoughts too but I think that I try too hard to sound smart and, well, not like an air-head.  Well, I should stop doing that.  You guys don't even have proof that I'm blonde yet, well, I think you don't.  It's the internet and you don't have any pictures of me.  (Unless you're stalkers and if you are, let me catch you so I can see why you see me as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106978569601113610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106978569601113610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106978569601113610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106978569601113610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/11/blonde-moment.html' title='Blonde Moment'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106934180956848862</id><published>2003-11-20T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T10:23:55.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>college bull</title><summary type='text'>i have to fill out this stupid questionarre about myself before my guidance counselor can write me a recommendation letter.  Makes snese considering she doesn't know me.  No I have to come up with three adjectives that descibe myself and I have no idea what to do.  I put repsonsible but what else... i can't very well put the things I just decribed above about me.  I'm sure the colleges would love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106934180956848862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106934180956848862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106934180956848862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106934180956848862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/11/college-bull.html' title='college bull'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106925652236634625</id><published>2003-11-19T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T10:42:26.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of Middle Earth</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so if you read my x-men fanfic you notice how inspired I get from music.  I found some jewel songs that really relate to my lord of the rings fanfic.  So, I will be inserting songs throughout the chapters and I will also list them on a page called the songs of Middle Earth and what chapter they correlate with.  If you don't like jewel, sucks for you, but stick with it, (I snuck in a Linkin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106925652236634625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106925652236634625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106925652236634625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106925652236634625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/11/songs-of-middle-earth.html' title='Songs of Middle Earth'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106874930055444918</id><published>2003-11-13T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T13:47:42.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11 -Love lost and love found</title><summary type='text'>Anna had found Dagnir after he found that the battle ewas over.  He ad escaped the battle rather quickly and recieved little wounds, unlike Anna.  Sh eshould have been luckyt to have survived such a thing but th eonly thing on her mind were the stings from each cut.Her thoughts inly went away from herself when she heard Gimli ecplain what had happened to Aragorn.  Eowyn listened to see if it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106874930055444918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106874930055444918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106874930055444918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106874930055444918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/11/chapter-11-love-lost-and-love-found.html' title='Chapter 11 -Love lost and love found'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106873805408792069</id><published>2003-11-13T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T13:44:23.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10, A Servant fanfiction</title><summary type='text'>Blood RedAnna restocked on her supply of daggers, leaving her anklets behind in their stead.  When she went back for her horse, she noticed a dimple of amusement in the old man's cheek.  Between the new dress and the company she took, the strangers held in high regard by the king, he was glad his judegemnt was still on the mark.Anna marched with the same company as they left the city.  During</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106873805408792069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106873805408792069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106873805408792069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106873805408792069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/11/chapter-10-servant-fanfiction.html' title='Chapter 10, A Servant fanfiction'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106873603812758711</id><published>2003-11-13T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T10:26:37.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stale Bread</title><summary type='text'>That's what I feel like.  I'm playing my flute in band, the same music since september and I'm done.  I need something more, something more exciting to do.  I have a million things to do even if drama is over for now.  I have my own film, safe, lit mag, all of which i don't want to go to because i feel so blah about it all.  lit mag isn't doing anything because we don't have submissions yet, safe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106873603812758711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106873603812758711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106873603812758711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106873603812758711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/11/stale-bread.html' title='Stale Bread'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106847875852436431</id><published>2003-11-10T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T10:39:57.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not on my own computer so I can't put up my next chapter on my site, so I'll put it here.</title><summary type='text'>Chapter 8--RoyaltyAfter brushing through the tangled knots in her hair, she could not help staying away from such an acomody, she instisted to herself that she had wasted enough time and needed to go, now.She slipped past te rest of the guards to the front, specious room where Theoden King sat and talked with Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Eowen.  She shuffled her way quietly and quickly so that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106847875852436431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106847875852436431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106847875852436431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106847875852436431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/11/not-on-my-own-computer-so-i-cant-put.html' title='Not on my own computer so I can&apos;t put up my next chapter on my site, so I&apos;ll put it here.'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106847692150931769</id><published>2003-11-10T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T10:08:39.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F*** Good Friends and Better Intentions.</title><summary type='text'>So here I am in my fourth period class, still peeved about what happened in the morning.  So much for great friends that'll stick by you no matter what happens and will be there for anything you need.  Even my best friend... AHHHH!Okay, I'll try to explain.  Yesterday,,. the room full of costumes thrown about in every direction was locked, so I could not clean it up.  I had to come in and first</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106847692150931769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106847692150931769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106847692150931769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106847692150931769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/11/f-good-friends-and-better-intentions.html' title='F*** Good Friends and Better Intentions.'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106821765518570022</id><published>2003-11-07T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T10:22:19.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fears of drectors and casting directors </title><summary type='text'>Alright, today I'm helping out in a play but I'm not going to think about that because it's giving me agida.  (spelling?)  anyway, I'll talk abou my on movie.  Project 15 or gerballand, we haven't figured out a title yet. So, I'm trying to scrounge around for some more actors.  I need about... well, maybe no more.  I just need about 5 of them to give me a definite yes.  I went up to the actors </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106821765518570022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106821765518570022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106821765518570022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106821765518570022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/11/fears-of-drectors-and-casting.html' title='Fears of drectors and casting directors '/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106787389578749938</id><published>2003-11-03T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T10:38:14.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying over divas</title><summary type='text'>Alright, the script is printed, edited and about to be copied but now I'm about to cry before I get to the cop machine.  Yes, cry.  One of the actors just dropped out because she can't stay afterschool.  Not because she has a job or another club, but because she hates staying after.  Now, I have to get another actor for that part which I had just changed to be a girl.  I have a choice of changing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106787389578749938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106787389578749938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106787389578749938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106787389578749938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/11/crying-over-divas.html' title='Crying over divas'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106747855157496146</id><published>2003-10-29T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:38:36.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance and the like</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so there's this girl I know that is supposedly a wiccan...a witch.  Very cool but she thinks we have an instant bond because me and another friend did a wiccan presentation to erase ignorance on the religion.  I am not initiated into witchcraft yet and my friend is not going to.  We are not wiccan yet though I'm sure she thinks we are.  Then, she gives us a witch tarot deck.  Bad stereotype</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106747855157496146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106747855157496146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/10/ignorance-and-like.html' title='Ignorance and the like'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106700606047554391</id><published>2003-10-24T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:29:20.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama divas and the like</title><summary type='text'>So, let me give you more examples of the divas I'm working with.  One girl was reading the character descriptions and commented that she was really good a doing evil parts.  More than commented, she gave me examples, she asked about how evil the lines were, yada yada yada.  I put her name under the most evil character in my play.  I figure I'm all done.  Then, the next day, I'm explaining to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106700606047554391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106700606047554391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/10/drama-divas-and-like.html' title='Drama divas and the like'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106692008603882621</id><published>2003-10-23T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T09:41:25.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Divas and the other crap I have to deal with.</title><summary type='text'>I worte a script and am typing it up right now and editing it.  While I'm doing that, I'm hiring actors, no they won't get paid.  well, the people that joined me early on picked characters they wanted to play so I have to change genders of characters.  The 'are you a couple' joke turned into 'are you lesbian lovers.'  Needless to say, one of the girls who was hinted at as being lesbian was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106692008603882621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106692008603882621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106692008603882621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106692008603882621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/10/divas-and-other-crap-i-have-to-deal.html' title='Divas and the other crap I have to deal with.'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106691921894828233</id><published>2003-10-23T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T09:26:58.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm going to be an elf for Halloween so I have to get some scarves.  I seemed to have lost my other scarves.  Then, I have to get dangling earrings; maybe not since one whole closed.  i've got a necklace, shoes (leather mocassin boots), but what about makeup?  Oh, well, tired of talking about that.I'm reading this book called Girls Are Weird.  It's about this girl that writes funny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106691921894828233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106691921894828233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106691921894828233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106691921894828233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/10/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106683322363672394</id><published>2003-10-22T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T09:40:01.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More ranting but a few highs</title><summary type='text'>This girl is annoying the crap out of me.  I don't want to fight with her because I don't want to lose a friend but if I keep it bottled inside much longer, I'm going to lose it.  I don't even go on AIM just to avoid her and the waiting fight.  I'm going to go insane!!!Also, I just saw this film on alcohol and it was meant to make people cry.  I didn't, I'm able to break myself away from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106683322363672394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106683322363672394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106683322363672394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106683322363672394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/10/more-ranting-but-few-highs.html' title='More ranting but a few highs'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106674514645526450</id><published>2003-10-21T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T09:16:59.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My future endevours as a writer</title><summary type='text'>i did not tell my adoring fans online (Thank you, Rambling Thestral) about my recently written script.  I wrote a script, it's all done.  All I have to do is type it and get some actors and stage crew to put it into reality.  I'm even going to put it on DVDs and try to sell them.  Maybe public access television will air it too.  A couple of times probably so everyone can watch it.  So, I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106674514645526450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106674514645526450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106674514645526450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106674514645526450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/10/my-future-endevours-as-writer.html' title='My future endevours as a writer'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106665984138739712</id><published>2003-10-20T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T09:24:01.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant:Warning to all those who wish not to get their feelings hurt: I will hurt someone's feelings.</title><summary type='text'>Here's a rant so don't read it unless you really want to.  This girl is annoying the hell out of me.  She is constantly belittling me and pushing away from me, making me feel stupid and sheltered.  I am not sheltered, repeat, not sheltered.  From my mom's experiences alone, I have experienced more crap than a lot of people.  She was an immigrant, made fun of by both ethnicities and had a hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106665984138739712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106665984138739712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106665984138739712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106665984138739712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/10/rantwarning-to-all-those-who-wish-not.html' title='Rant:Warning to all those who wish not to get their feelings hurt: I will hurt someone&apos;s feelings.'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106652921204856077</id><published>2003-10-18T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T21:06:52.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good and What Helps</title><summary type='text'>I had a homecoming dance this past Friday and I went with an awsome group.  It was really Sabrina and her crew that kept me laughing so hard.  They're so perverted but they're hilarious and generous at the same time.  I don't even know most of them personally, only Sabrina.  She's great.  She's going to discover Emotep.  I don't think that's how you spell it but I gave it my best shot.  She was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106652921204856077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106652921204856077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106652921204856077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106652921204856077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/10/feeling-good-and-what-helps.html' title='Feeling Good and What Helps'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106391309392892657</id><published>2003-09-18T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T14:24:53.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Dance</title><summary type='text'>I'm doing a little rain dance, bending all my power and prayer on the hurricane coming.  I actually came up with a lot of good reasons to have it hit hard but I won't waste them here.  Stuff like people experiencing this will be able to appreciate other things better.  I just have a morbid liking toward hurricanes and storms.  I want the house to shake with thunder.  I also want no school for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106391309392892657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106391309392892657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106391309392892657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106391309392892657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/09/rain-dance.html' title='Rain Dance'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106323687090950457</id><published>2003-09-10T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T18:34:30.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer and Observations</title><summary type='text'>Just a prayer that I memorized.  My entire family has a copy of it, kind of like a value we all like to have.  Maybe the only thing we agree on.  Sometimes more of just a meditation, other times, a reminder.Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.Where there is hatred let me sow love,Where there is injury, pardonwhere there is doubt, faithwhere there is despair, hopewhere there is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106323687090950457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106323687090950457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106323687090950457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106323687090950457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/09/prayer-and-observations.html' title='A Prayer and Observations'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106315665597738102</id><published>2003-09-09T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T20:17:36.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer is proof that God wants us to be happy.</title><summary type='text'>Believe it or not that was said by Ben Franklin.  I'm not much of a drinker, my friends are probably laughing their asses off because if I was seen with a beer in my hand it would seem like blasphemy.  But still, it makes me smile when people believe god wants you to be happy.  There are so many proofs to it.  All the things made directly by god gives you a certain stir in the heart, proving that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106315665597738102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106315665597738102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106315665597738102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106315665597738102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/09/beer-is-proof-that-god-wants-us-to-be.html' title='Beer is proof that God wants us to be happy.'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106298113071693991</id><published>2003-09-07T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T19:32:10.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad and not liking it.</title><summary type='text'>You are every goth-kids dream! Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?I took this quiz months ago and got the natural beauty but the last week I got this result.  I don't like it, just as it said.  But I think today I'm accepting it more.  This is me, for now.  It's a great quiz because whoever you are, you are a beautiful woman.  Cheeky, but I like it.  Sometimes you need that.  I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106298113071693991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106298113071693991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106298113071693991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106298113071693991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/09/sad-and-not-liking-it.html' title='Sad and not liking it.'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106279161242892451</id><published>2003-09-05T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T14:53:32.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blah and the effects of music.</title><summary type='text'>I realize I come here when I don't feel like going anywhere else or don't feel like talking.  I went to fix my geocities site and I just didn't feel like doing it.  I will be ending my story a follower and going on to a servant but I need some inspiration.  It's so much work with almost zero reward (except for the reviews), no outlook, no future, nothing.  Maybe I should watch the DVD again.  Or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106279161242892451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106279161242892451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106279161242892451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106279161242892451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/09/feeling-blah-and-effects-of-music.html' title='Feeling Blah and the effects of music.'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106221042749537649</id><published>2003-08-29T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T21:27:07.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have something to do!!</title><summary type='text'>OKay, so I'm out of my mood because now I feel inspired to do something.  I bought the two towers DVD and am figuring that out, I am transfering my fanfic story to my geocities site instead of fanfiction.net.  I also have to finish reading the two towers book, for the second time, write the rest of my fanfic for the fellowship which is almost done, and go shopping for clothes, maybe.  I even have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106221042749537649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106221042749537649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106221042749537649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106221042749537649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-have-something-to-do.html' title='I have something to do!!'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106201077005296337</id><published>2003-08-27T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T13:59:30.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry and Awake</title><summary type='text'>It's almost 3 o'clock in the afternoon and I still don't know why the hell I'm up.  I woke up at 1 o'clock but I still just want to go to bed and sleep the day away.  I just don't feel like doing anything and I feel like I have nothing worthwhile to do.  Maybe I should go out and buy that 2 Towers DVD but then I'll be stuck in my parent's bedroom to watch it and I don't feel like doing that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106201077005296337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106201077005296337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106201077005296337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106201077005296337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/08/hungry-and-awake.html' title='Hungry and Awake'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106191230832019463</id><published>2003-08-26T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T10:38:28.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTR and other inainly obsessive stuff</title><summary type='text'>Don't know how to spell inaign, but whatever.  The LOTR's The Two Towers comes out today and guess where I'm at?  Not at home waiting for the pre-ordered DVD to be mailed to me, not on line at Circuit City who is only selling it for 15 buck.  No, I'm sitting at home writing in my blog, blahing the day away.  Well, I am writing a decent portion of my LOTR fanfic but that's not the point.  My dad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106191230832019463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106191230832019463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106191230832019463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106191230832019463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/08/lotr-and-other-inainly-obsessive-stuff.html' title='LOTR and other inainly obsessive stuff'/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725499.post-106183704206457455</id><published>2003-08-25T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T13:48:48.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OKay, so I'm supposed to tell you something now...  Don't you hate it when you get somone to actually listen and you totally lose everything you've wanted to say for years now?  Well, tomorrow the Lord of the Rings The Two Towers is coming to DVD and VHS.  It has a short film called the Long and Short of It directed by Sean Astin, Sam in the LOTR movies.  Hey, I wonder if the tab key works.Nope,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106183704206457455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725499&amp;postID=106183704206457455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106183704206457455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725499/posts/default/106183704206457455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondeshavethoughtstoo.blogspot.com/2003/08/okay-so-im-supposed-to-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>oirebian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15111885537910552261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.hometown.aol.com/blondie21q/images/my_scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
