<?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-14654291</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:39:35.079-07:00</updated><category term='darn'/><category term='this'/><category term='guilt'/><category term='change'/><category term='regret'/><category term='sad'/><category term='evolution'/><category term='sobs'/><title type='text'>LittleP!NKbook</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-102738305143838089</id><published>2007-04-23T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:37:08.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is everyone such a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they just love to insult people, and sink to such a puny, insignificant level? Why do they love hurting people? They just love leaving them in a pit of misery and jealousy, dont they? Then, they turn their backs on you and they LEAVE. THEY JUST FUCKING LEAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FRICKIN PISSING ME THE DAMN OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they love leaving me in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...They love slamming the door on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they love to hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-102738305143838089?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/102738305143838089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=102738305143838089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/102738305143838089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/102738305143838089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-is-everyone-such-bitch-do-they-just.html' title=''/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-6932244690954451462</id><published>2007-04-08T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:52:04.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The miniscule one-four people!</title><content type='html'>Today, one-four takes it's place in my life. Yep, today's the day I get screwed for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes. Screw puberty. I am fully aware that I am now starting to transform into this whole different person and soon enough, I'll be an old fart with 24 cats. It's a nice life, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has been a great morning. I started off with a DVD spree (the new spring of my new obsession, One Tree Hill). To top it all off, I am now experiencing a great breakfast which consists of chocolate chip cookies, milk, and spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's going to be the best day of my life because frankly, it's the only best day im going to have from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on. By the age of 20, a baboon would look prettier than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*le sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-6932244690954451462?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/6932244690954451462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=6932244690954451462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/6932244690954451462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/6932244690954451462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/04/miniscule-one-four-people.html' title='The miniscule one-four people!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-6244109778953319559</id><published>2007-04-05T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:12:47.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck.</title><content type='html'>I am stuck between two choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt really make up my mind (quite unusual of me because im mostly a very decisive person). It's either to shut this thing down and just stick with my LJ, or to keep this in tact. I know, I know. Me and this journal have been through a lot...entries, rants...It just feels so wrong to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, there's my wonderful LJ that can provide everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh. Well...LittlePinkBook has been on the running for the past 2 years now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your help. Tag me. Stay or stray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-6244109778953319559?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/6244109778953319559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=6244109778953319559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/6244109778953319559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/6244109778953319559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/04/stuck.html' title='Stuck.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-958050172375152000</id><published>2007-04-05T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T00:47:17.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zipadeedooda!</title><content type='html'>Holy week has seeped it's way into the country and everyone is either at mass or at home praying. It's been a very solemn week for me, and everything just keeps getting better. I, the total geek-a-loid herself, has finally earned a new computer (which I am using now). It's just incredibly unbelievable. 3 giga hertz, a hybrid between windows XP and vista-plus! A very cool dock for my shortcuts (it goes 'zoom zoom zoom' all the time...I sound like a freak, I know). Whipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not intend to make any jokes because, well, it's holy week. I might as well give respect.  So, instead of that, I am here to advertise. Advertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertise.&lt;br /&gt;Advertise.&lt;br /&gt;Advertise.&lt;br /&gt;Advertise.&lt;br /&gt;Advertise.&lt;br /&gt;..and...er...maybe pre-link you to the topic of my ADVERTISMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, geek-a-loid, have an LJ (le gasp! er...it's named that way.) It's my graphic journal, basically. So...if you would want to waste your time on some useless tom-foolery, click this link &lt;a href="http://schnooglesquee.livejournal.com/"&gt;ZIPADEEDOODA&lt;/a&gt;, which will magically (woooow....) lead you to the said 'icon journal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any more? I seemingly forgot what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. George Bush parties with a sweater made by his momma. MOMMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could really say is that is just idiotic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what the F*CK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-958050172375152000?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/958050172375152000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=958050172375152000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/958050172375152000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/958050172375152000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/04/zipadeedooda.html' title='Zipadeedooda!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-1775872871967178112</id><published>2007-04-01T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T05:22:55.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Achievements...*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Through staggered readings of HPatOotP, and devoting my whole Friday to it,  I have finally reached it's end and am now in a state of shock and amusement. That surge of jealousy (ahemslitsforeyesCHOahem) I just read through clearly made my OTP shine--and, that Harry is a cocky bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...turned into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His angst is understandable, being the boy-who-barely-made-it-alive. Yes, barely-him being possessed by a guy with swelling eyes and slits for nostrils. By the way, he has to die to kill the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint that just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jolly&lt;/span&gt; good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Potter is mean. MEAN. MEANMEANMEAN. Who does he think he is, flippin over my baby-snapey-poo? He is SOOO going to get it. (*gets ax*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I still love him. ^_^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cho, on the other hand, is a cry baby. Have you noticed that each scene she appears in, tears are bound to fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("I didnt see the snitch under my nose. *cry*", "You're seeing Hermione? *cry*", "I farted *cry*")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...so the last one was a bit...improvised. Well, not really. She's asian. Im asian. And I know a lot of our kind that farts a whole lot (just after devouring those Jasmine Rice grains O-o) Ergh. Anger is bellowing out of me right now. She just...cries. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole, bloody fuggin lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I am not going to waste my finger-workout on rambling about some Asian with impeccably shiny hair. (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im here to tell you that I have finally started drawing! (Yes...stick drawing! *rolls eyes*) I meant, serious drawing you fuggin idiot. I've been producing some good art works and in just a few...months-I would have a tablet in front of me and my Deviantart on 24/7. (*daydreams*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy week also, officially, started. (YAY! o^_^o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and I got the OotP shots! w00t! (bragbrag)...PLUS, I've seen the book cover for HPatDH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a splendid day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-1775872871967178112?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/1775872871967178112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=1775872871967178112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/1775872871967178112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/1775872871967178112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/04/achievementssigh.html' title='Achievements...*sigh*'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-6599626780241319367</id><published>2007-03-29T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:56:10.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C: drive sucks.</title><content type='html'>Screw low memory and my crappy video card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past weeks, I have been deprived of a decent screen (having that crappy and irreversible  16 bit, 680xwhatever screen resolution). Damn this. All I see are thresholded program skins, gray faces, and dotted flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all this, it takes 10 minutes to highlight a single word due to the fact that my computer's as old as Moses. (&gt;.&lt;;;) My dad has been searching for a decent computer-although, everyone seems to look like money these days. A single CPU costs as much as 16k (exclude the monitor, the mouse, the keyboard, the scanner, the printer, and my graphic pen). Well, I guess mariaconchitaconcueljajuanitamelchita is dying on it's feet. It even plays The Beatles involuntarily (specifically O-bla-di O-bla-da). Kind of scares me half to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Suddenly, I have this urge to get the pliers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-6599626780241319367?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/6599626780241319367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=6599626780241319367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/6599626780241319367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/6599626780241319367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/03/c-drive-sucks.html' title='C: drive sucks.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-4423302153000913812</id><published>2007-03-26T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T03:34:44.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Domination.</title><content type='html'>Seeing as though I have finally past the boundaries of Grade School (I graduated. Big shocker), I am now legally of age to plan how I would dominate the earth. I dedicate this whole post solely on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it: Operation VOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 1: I shall collect each trace of dung left around and place it neatly inside a Zippo bag, where i would preserve it in my freezer until rock hard. As this goes, I shall make a mixture of Britney Spear's left-over artificially colored hair, Angelina Jolie's upper lip, Winnie the Pooh himself, and sugar. (I call it...the Spearoliepooh mixture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 1.1: Take out rock hard dung and slowly crush with the previously made mixture, where it would give that impression of Oreo bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 1.2: Bake, and finally-we have a well rounded piece of trash that can be mistaken as a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 2: Dash in vanilla perfume, to give out that vanilla-ie scent (yum.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 3: Sell, where else, but Greenhills-where people are stupid enough to buy in those little stores in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Now, as this happens, a virus would be spread-causing people to suffer by extreme balding, extreme lip expandage or cuddliness. All of which will affect their communicative skills and all of which will bring fourth to them a horrid, foul breath that could kill an army on ants. With this, I shall throw all the fly-infested bodies into the sewers, where they would be forced to live as rats by day and moss by night (costume included).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One this has happened, I would dump a gallon of Neo Aspilets onto the oceans, where this would dissolve and turn our seas into a gay pride fest. Here, all the gay rats shall gather and infect everything as they booze out and dance to 'Papa Loves Mambo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I would kidnap George W. Bush's teddy bear named Fussy and feed it to piranas. Then, being the gullible person he is, he would give me the ransom without me giving back Fussy. With the money, I would buy a lifetime's supply of M&amp;amp;Ms, which I would indulge on as I watch the people fart uncontrollably until all the air is sucked out of them, due to the fact that i have infested their drinks with such poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then would I kill all signs of Barbie Dolls and replace them with Harry Potter figurines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it were real...*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-4423302153000913812?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/4423302153000913812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=4423302153000913812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/4423302153000913812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/4423302153000913812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/03/world-domination.html' title='World Domination.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-4444063947163643703</id><published>2007-03-11T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T05:03:01.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fangirlsqueezomg!</title><content type='html'>Finally! &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 12px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/whatever.gif" alt="whatever" title="whatever" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new layout=&lt;3 style="width: 15px; height: 12px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/eyehearts.gif" alt="inlove" title="inlove"&gt; Im in-love with it right now. Just disregard my blue face for a moment and read up! &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 13px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/tongue.gif" alt="bleah" title="bleah" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) The Dramafest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ah, yes. Give me time to reminisce on the nerve-racking dramafest. Where everyone looked like croos-dressing freaks and where people could look like demons for 4 whole hours (I know...my co-actor looked like one &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 12px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/shocked.gif" alt="Shocked" title="Shocked" /&gt; She looked so scary). It was a good play, and im glad that people actually felt it. People cried for goodness sake (even though I found it quite hilarious, knowing that my adviser cried as well &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 13px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/dead.gif" alt="dead" title="dead" /&gt;). It was a good day for us--im really proud for all of us. We did our very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b) The Parent-Daughter Recollection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ah, the fluff. &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) The Graduation -- which is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we have been through hell for the past weeks, raising our voices and trying our best not to choke on our own saliva. Song practice is terrible-the blending, the dividing ( but I have to admit, the results are quite interesting&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 13px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/happy.gif" alt="Happy" title="Happy" /&gt;). Grad's this Saturday, just after the Mass--I am so excited. HONORABLE MENTION, w00t! Happy Happy Happy ME&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 12px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/bigsmile.gif" alt="bigsmile" title="bigsmile" /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the frivolousness I have right now--enjoy the remains of your life and have a great day--cause tomorrow aint gonna be a pretty one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-4444063947163643703?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/4444063947163643703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=4444063947163643703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/4444063947163643703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/4444063947163643703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/03/fangirlsqueezomg.html' title='Fangirlsqueezomg!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-723164935944255645</id><published>2007-03-03T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:01:27.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this'/><title type='text'>Evolution.</title><content type='html'>Im not actually in the best of moods today. It's been a long emotional day for me, and pouring it all out in the toilet wasnt enough. So I guess the only thing left to do is write here. &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 13px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is completely life-changing for me. All the guilt is pouring over me, and im getting quite emotional AGAIN. &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 12px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" /&gt; Darn Carrie Underwood and her emotional songs...Im not pouring my angst on her. It's just that, all these things are starting to enlighten me-and now i've figured out that there are more important things than self-pity and world-hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all different to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as deluded and strange as I may sound right now, I have come to realize that I am wrong--and I am deeply sorry for me being that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all right now, for I am on the verge of hysterically sobbing myself to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-723164935944255645?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/723164935944255645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=723164935944255645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/723164935944255645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/723164935944255645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/03/evolution.html' title='Evolution.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-6404716568711235109</id><published>2007-02-18T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:01:02.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont really care right now...</title><content type='html'>Beyond my inquisitiveness--WHY, oh, WHY ARE PEOPLE CHANGING THESE DAYS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I just said that...I guess I just wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason of my useless drabble today is that the exams are next week, the defense was canceled (bows down) and finally, dramafest practices have come to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im every bit in ecstasy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to deserve such things? *sigh* I live in a world of utter pleasure...w00t. Im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And beyond all this, my fanfics are going quite well. My new long-chaptered story, "A White Rose on a Black Carpet" has been faved at least 6-9 times. I promised my avid readers a chapter 2 by March 17 (Grad day...yay! im number 209 O_O). 'Fake' is going well-I finally found the time to upload the long-awaited chapter 7. I made a better summary for it anyway, so im guessing I would get more views (im sick of the 3,487 views on my stats).  HPUTT is going well too--im just really happy today, and it's beyond a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the maids put some poison in my orange juice last lunch time...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or..is it the 2 packs of popcorn I devoured for my snack? Every thing's a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pee. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-6404716568711235109?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/6404716568711235109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=6404716568711235109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/6404716568711235109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/6404716568711235109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-really-care-right-now.html' title='I dont really care right now...'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116979325294776958</id><published>2007-01-25T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:34:12.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paulinian Appreciation Day (woot)</title><content type='html'>Well, I found this day quite interesting.&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 12px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/tongue.gif" alt="bleah" title="bleah" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The P.A.D turned out quite well-besides from the fact that our classroom was completely turned into a pub (with Im In Love With A Stripper playing in the background). And not to mention my utter nervousness about the copyright picture in the ODE TO video...&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 14px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/dead.gif" alt="dead" title="dead" /&gt; I was too busy panicking, I forgot to eat. Famnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it all turned out great in the end...not TOO great but...yeah. It's all because of that--lalalalalalala...&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 12px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/happy.gif" alt="Happy" title="Happy" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116979325294776958?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116979325294776958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116979325294776958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116979325294776958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116979325294776958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/01/paulinian-appreciation-day-woot.html' title='Paulinian Appreciation Day (woot)'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116947020112264663</id><published>2007-01-22T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T04:50:01.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallowing.</title><content type='html'>Yes, let me be the first to tell you that I have gone way beyond my own twisted mind. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/dead.gif" alt="dead" title="dead" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Not only creating a far beyond my sanity humor fic, but also trying to be EMO in the sight of my CL teacher...well...through the Activity Number 1. Im expecting a stroke or something...hopefully not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/tongue.gif" alt="bleah" title="bleah" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my Youtube video was favored 4 times--that's something, isnt it? Well-thanks to the ever-so-corny-but-cheezy-and-sort-of-lemony *wink*&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/eyesup.gif" alt="Eyesflutter" title="Eyesflutter" height="15" width="15" /&gt; song by this OPM artist...bleah.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/dead.gif" alt="dead" title="dead" height="15" width="15" /&gt;--and finally, I have the complete and utter list of Fanfiction Terminologies (hail me, all you minions. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/cool.gif" alt="cool" title="cool" height="15" width="15" /&gt;...nah...not worth it). I finally have a guide on the terminologies I could use in my summaries. w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love FF.net...dont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could actually kiss the feet of that one, wise and knowledgeable person who came up with the idea of FANDOMNESS.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/happy.gif" alt="Happy" title="Happy" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116947020112264663?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116947020112264663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116947020112264663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116947020112264663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116947020112264663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/01/wallowing.html' title='Wallowing.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116933969376954530</id><published>2007-01-20T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:34:53.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 13px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/shocked.gif" alt="Shocked" title="Shocked" /&gt;ahk! New layout, you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it looks adorable&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 13px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/bigsmile.gif" alt="bigsmile" title="bigsmile" /&gt;. You know, stressing on the fact that I made it myself...&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 13px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/tongue.gif" alt="bleah" title="bleah" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of conceited of me to think but, it's the whole truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I finally got smileys! woot! Aren't they the most precious thing ever?&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 12px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/kiss.gif" alt="Kissy" title="Kissy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 12px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/eyehearts.gif" alt="inlove" title="inlove" /&gt;im falling in love with the wonders of the internet...and Greasemonkey (a program, if you must now...you pervert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 12px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/eyesup.gif" alt="Eyesflutter" title="Eyesflutter" /&gt;...well, come to think of it-we all are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116933969376954530?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116933969376954530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116933969376954530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116933969376954530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116933969376954530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/01/updates.html' title='updates!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116926643845430097</id><published>2007-01-19T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:13:58.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x-X</title><content type='html'>I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, take in all the sheer disappointment. I know it's sad, but im back. As you wallow in your own self-pity, I am here to tell you what has happened for the past 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's '07, yes? I couldnt be even more pessimistic than I already am. The 'new' school year started off with multiple activities, projects (documented essay, investigatory project, defense, book report...) you know, the easy stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...are you that dull to notice sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue, I spent a whole lot just to submit that stupid book report- that bloody book report that caused these dark circles around my eyes. I shall damn it to oblivion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*damns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fan fiction 'Fake' is going quite slow, due to my utter laziness and writers block--oh, and the stupid Taiwan earthquake that put our internet down for, I don't know, a whole crappy month! O_x;; Well, thank the heebie bajeebidees I found Mozilla Firefox. If I hadn't, I would've gone mad by now ( ex. 'Like, Oh my god! I, like, totally failed! Like, oh my gawd!)*twitch* Thank the good father almighty he loves me. Continuing on 'Fake', im currently stuck in Chapter 7-which I think is quite sickening of me to do. But then of course, a writer needs inspiration--and quite obviously, I ran out of some, not unless for some strange and miraculous reason--never mind. I shall not dwell on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets move forth to MOVIES: *ah yes, movie junkies go mad* Well, I went on a DVD-spree last month. I got around 6 DVDs and all those caused me around 300 bucks minimum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list *kill me now*:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets &lt;say COLLECTION obsessive-compulsively&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Material Girls *stab me, NOW!*&lt;br /&gt;3.) John Tucker Must Die *S-U-P-E-R-F-I-C-I-A-L*&lt;br /&gt;4.) The Da Vinci Code *It actually made me think...Tom Hanks was amazing.*&lt;br /&gt;5.) Click *tear jerker...but you wouldn't care, would you?*&lt;br /&gt;6.) Scary Movie 4 *This BORED me to death...'Hey, I watched War of The Worlds already-no need to spoof it for me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am but excited for the release of the DVD copy of 'SAW 4'. Im actually going to go on another spree (list includes HPSC, HPPOA, HPGOF *good luck making all those out*, Tristan and Isolde *stab*, Eragon *dwagons...*, and Dreamgirls *Hey, look. I just want a TV screen to shout insults to.*) I am not on crack, people! If I were, i'd have carbonara on my table *and yes, Carbonara from our school canteen is made from pure crack*...you could actually see the ninja nuns attacking me. *runs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fangirlmodepeople&gt; RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX IS ALMOST OUT! SQUEEEEEEEEEEE~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* Yes, im a happy fangirl. July 13, 2007...it's making me all anxious inside. O-o;; What really gets me ticking is the fact that we'd all have to bare that horrible kissing scene-that ghastly kissing scene. THAT MOTHERFRUGGING KISSING SCENE.    &lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, I would've loved it if *oh no...run now* Hermione was the one being kissed by Harry but nooooo! It needed to be that baby back b*tch! uhuh! That crying, selfish, wannabe girlfriend crackhead! O_O;; * I TOLD YOU TO RUN!* 'Be careful Harry, it's a bit icy at the top' Geezus, are you trying to get laid or something? You crackboned crackpot! *Okay...im sorry. I have nothing against the actress...just the character...* WHICH JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE EXACTLY LIKE THE ACTRESS! I plead of you to stop me before I shove a book up this character's-*lalalalala...* &lt;/fangirlmodeoff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Where am I?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry..Neurotic, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets all her composure back* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not in the proper mood to write more on what happened..maybe next time when the sky turns green and cows say 'FRIT' for a living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116926643845430097?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116926643845430097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116926643845430097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116926643845430097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116926643845430097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2007/01/x-x.html' title='x-X'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116666219952325732</id><published>2006-12-20T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T16:50:00.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>Everything's changing before my eyes-it's very overwhelming. My taste in music, the season, events...everything just seems to pass by so quickly(Kinda lika that certain epidsode in Spongebob).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my fanfic "FAKE" has had 4 summary changes and the whole story is going pretty well. There are good, uplifting reviews; Thankfully, no flames yet. If you have not read it...I dont know-Just...find a way or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow, everyone's changing-and getting sick. Yes, SICK on Christmas day-big whoop. It's very depressing--how about being sick on New Year's Day? W00T! You're gonna be sick for a  whole year!(good luck with that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well surely, there's one thing that's definately gonna change--It's this layout. It's kinda getting sickening to look at...but hey! I Still love HHR. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116666219952325732?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116666219952325732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116666219952325732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116666219952325732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116666219952325732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/12/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116623369645884904</id><published>2006-12-15T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:26:18.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 things</title><content type='html'>30 things you should know about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Im a fandom freak.&lt;br /&gt;2. People in school do not know that I am an HP freak.&lt;br /&gt;3. I own a bear named Balloo.&lt;br /&gt;4. I own 8 pairs of pants and 2 pairs of jogging pants.&lt;br /&gt;5. I own 4 jackets.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love English.&lt;br /&gt;7. I plan to take up Spanish/French/Dutch/German/Swedish/Indian (yes, Indian)&lt;br /&gt;8. LOTR sucks.&lt;br /&gt;9. Although I own the paperback version of books 1-4, I will still buy the hardbound copy of books 1-6 for my Christmas gift to myself. (That’s roughly around 7,000 p)&lt;br /&gt;10. Im a member in about 23 sites (18 of them, shunned)&lt;br /&gt;11. I own about 4 e-mail accounts, 2 not in use.&lt;br /&gt;12. I make fanfics.&lt;br /&gt;13. I named my computer mariaconchitaconsuelejacintamerchita (er…mimi for short)&lt;br /&gt;14. Soccer=&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;15. I play tennis.&lt;br /&gt;16. I would pick Birkenstocks from stilettos any day.&lt;br /&gt;17. I think Mariah Carey plucks her eyebrows twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;18. I used to love Lizzie McGuire (murder me)&lt;br /&gt;19. High School Musical is a big letdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;20. I use windows 2000. (Yes-my XP broke down)&lt;/s&gt; TAKE THAT! IM BACK ON XP.&lt;br /&gt;21. I haven’t decorated my room in years.&lt;br /&gt;22. I love pink.&lt;br /&gt;23. Well, spongecola sucks.&lt;br /&gt;24. I had 9 dogs in my garage…now I only have 3. (cry)&lt;br /&gt;25. I cannot sleep alone in a room.&lt;br /&gt;26. I am terrified of flying cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;27. I have a total of 39 plushies.&lt;br /&gt;28. I used to be in Neopets. (What, like you weren’t)&lt;br /&gt;29. Im half Filipino/American/Chinese/espanol&lt;br /&gt;30. I miss my Dauschand named Mogly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116623369645884904?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116623369645884904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116623369645884904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116623369645884904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116623369645884904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/12/30-things.html' title='30 things'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116573025932875804</id><published>2006-12-09T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:59:17.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>W00t~ Iconmania!</title><content type='html'>At last-I finally got the time to make icons! This is my first batch so go easy on me-you can save 'em if you want BUT make sure you credit me if you use them. I have the computer to spot who's cheating who so be careful-and besides...I aint the one who's going to be requested for icons on, am I? ^^; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFER TO THE SIDE BAR TO LEAD YOU TO THE ICONS. ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116573025932875804?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116573025932875804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116573025932875804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116573025932875804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116573025932875804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/12/w00t-iconmania.html' title='W00t~ Iconmania!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116556509689438585</id><published>2006-12-08T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:04:56.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take THAT! KAPOW!</title><content type='html'>*ahem* Dont say I didnt tell you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partners and Friends &lt;br /&gt;The Evolving Relationship Between Harry and Hermione &lt;br /&gt;Penny Linsenmayer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: All OP page references refer to the UK hardback edition of OP. Page references to GF refer to the UK paperback edition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction&lt;br /&gt;I believe that OP sets in motion a trend that had begun developing in PA and GF: the trend of Harry and Hermione becoming partners. They are in effect equals in leadership roles, and though Harry certainly remains the "hero," I think that Hermione is increasingly filling the role of "heroine." I think this partnership is a solid basis on which a romantic relationship can be based in later books and/or in the epilogue to the series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trend of Becoming Partners&lt;br /&gt;1. Working in Tandem&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Hermione work more as a partnership (and less as two members of a Trio) in OP than they have previously. When they are reading the Prophet article about Sirius, they shush Ron and continue to have their own conversation (257). Harry and Hermione obviously hadn't clued Ron in on the conversation they had the night he made the Quidditch team regarding Umbridge and Harry's scar, since Ron is utterly bewildered by this when the three of them are talking to Sirius in the fire (270). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione takes the initiative with forming the DA, anticipating and countering Harry's reluctance with powers of persuasion and calm certitude in his abilities (290-96). The two of them have a conversation about the similarity between the gold coins given to the DA members and the Dark Mark, another sign of a growing shared outlook (353). She also takes the initiative with arranging Harry's interview with Rita Skeeter ("I want him given the opportunity to tell the truth") (500). She seemingly sat through the interview with him. Harry himself indicates that talking about the events of that night in such detail was difficult, and therefore, Hermione may be privy to details or emotions from Harry that he hadn't previously confided to both her and Ron (502). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significantly, Harry and Hermione share in the key moments of the events depicted in OP as a pair. It is Harry and Hermione together who accompany Hagrid to the Forest to meet Grawp (604-618). It is Harry and Hermione together who steal into Umbridge's office to check on Sirius' whereabouts (651-653). It is Harry and Hermione together who accompany Umbridge into the Forest (660). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, Hermione is with Harry and Neville (both of whom may be integral to the final resolution of the series) when the group is split in two at the Department of Mysteries. Though she ultimately falls in battle so to speak, she doesn't exit the scene immediately and gets in her fair share of hexes and curses before being taken out of action. In fact, they play off each other in turn, saving each other repeatedly: Hermione saves Harry with the Stupefy hex (694); Harry launches himself across the floor to prevent the Killing Curse from hitting Hermione (696); Hermione comes to Harry's aid once again (696-97); and then the two of them work together with Silencio and Petrificus Totalus (698) before Hermione falls out of action at last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all choices made deliberately by Rowling; in each case, Ron could have been included in the general scene without disruption of the plot or narrative. Instead, Rowling has chosen to keep Ron on the sidelines during integral events in OP, while pushing Harry and Hermione front and center. This trend of highlighting Harry and Hermione as a team or partnership began in PA, when it is Harry and Hermione as a pair who must save Buckbeak and rescue Sirius. This trend is solidified in GF by having Harry and Ron not speaking to one another for an extended period of time, so that Harry and Hermione work together to get him through the First Task. Though Ron certainly helped Harry in his preparation for the Third Task, Hermione's contributions are possibly more note-worthy in some respects (the very fact that he knew the curses and hexes that helped save his life that night is attributable to Hermione's sleuthing and research skills). And, of course, again, OP places Harry and Hermione together, working in tandem, at all the key moments in the plot. Their partnership is in the spotlight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Daring Gryffindor Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Hermione moves from still wincing at the sound of the name Voldemort early on (65) to using the name Voldemort frequently, starting in October when she first proposes Harry teaching DADA to other students (294). "It was the first time she had ever said Voldemort's name, and it was this, more than anything else, that calmed Harry" (293). She is the only peer of Harry who dares to say the name, and this sets her and Harry apart from the others. Early on in OP, Harry asks Ron when he's going to "say the name Voldemort." Ron evades the question and never does use the name in OP. Hermione is absolutely scathing in her disdain for Ron's reactions to hearing her or Harry speak the name (296, 297, 519). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ability to Communicate without Words &lt;br /&gt;In OP, Harry and Hermione communicate without words, and in both cases, the situation is lost on Ron, who is oblivious, and the details are not shared with him until much later. Hermione is the only one to notice that something is wrong with Harry at dinner one night (144); she is obviously very attuned to his facial expressions and emotions. On the train ride to school, Harry realizes that Hermione has taken the same meaning from Draco's "dogging" comment that he did (176). Hermione again displays perceptiveness with respect to Harry's emotional state, though she guesses the wrong cause (575). Harry catches on quickly to her ruse with Umbridge (the lack of tears) (659). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now shifting away from authorial intent to an examination of the character's feelings for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundation for a Romance &lt;br /&gt;As discussed above, Harry and Hermione have become more and more of a partnership of equals, with Hermione arguably filling the role of heroine. Does this mean that they are destined to become romantic partners? Does the Hero always "get the girl"? I don't know that they are so much destined to be romantic partners, but I surely think that the foundation for that to develop at some point is in place by the end of OP. Harry and Hermione have a solid friendship, built on trust, respect, and shared history, and this could easily provide a good foundation for a romantic relationship. In addition, they aren't so "boring" that they never have any disagreements, but, as shown in detail below, they have demonstrated that they most often use positive conflict resolution rather than retreating into silence with one another. They exhibit an above-average concern for each other's safety and well-being in OP. Both of their respective love interests have been jealous of their relationship and have inferred an underlying romantic attachment between Harry and Hermione. Harry finds Hermione attractive, and they both show no discomfort with the increasing physical interaction between them. Although Harry has thus far shown no particular interest in Hermione's love life, she arguably is not as keen on Harry pairing up with Cho as it might appear on the surface. Certainly there is time enough for both these adolescents to "change their minds" in any case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Trust, Respect and History &lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Hermione trust each other (just as they trust Ron of course), but there are specific examples in OP where the trust of these two characters is put to the test. Harry, though he is skeptical initially about what Cho will say about this, agrees to meet Hermione while he's having a date with Cho, even though Hermione doesn't give him a clue as to why she needs him to meet her that specific day (489). In another instance, Harry and Hermione demonstrate that they will "be there to catch each other's falls" in that classic example of falling backwards with utter trust in your partner (though it is, in this case, unintentional, it is worth noting). "He [Hagrid] stopped suddenly and turned around; Hermione walked right into him and was knocked over backward. Harry caught her just before she hit the forest floor" (607). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important scene to observe Harry and Hermione showing trust in one another, however, is the scene when Harry tells Hermione and Ron about his vision of Voldemort torturing Sirius. The interaction between Harry and Hermione fairly crackles with intensity in this scene (I could see it on the movie screen almost); in fact, if there is any unresolved sexual tension indicators in the Potterverse, I would say it is here, in this scene. She grows more and more confident in questioning him, even in the face of his anger, and they keep taking steps closer to each other. Ron is very definitely on the periphery of this pivotal scene. Though he says it "aggressively," he trusts her judgment enough to sanction one check at Grimmauld Place (645-650). It is Harry and Hermione who cloak themselves in Harry's invisibility cloak and sneak into Umbridge's office; Ron is sent offscreen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Hermione respect each other's accomplishments. Hermione's opinion of Harry is very important to him; I suspect that his reaction of not wanting to face or talk to Hermione after the Prefect Badge scene is motivated by a sense of having let her down. She obviously had a high opinion of him, considered him the likely choice for the male Gryffindor prefect of their year, and was disappointed that she wouldn't be a prefect with him (148). Hermione always listens thoughtfully when Harry confides things in her (249). In addition, Hermione has become Harry's conscience ("the part of his mind that often spoke in Hermione's voice") (601). He changes his course entirely based on her voice in his head (343). Harry felt a "surge of pride in Hermione's jinxing abilities" at a critical point in the confrontation among Umbridge, Fudge and Dumbledore (541). He also defends Hermione's jinxing abilities in an argument with Cho, which immediately sparks a jealous reaction from Cho (561). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She anticipates Harry's reactions at the first DA meeting at the Hog's Head; soothing his anxiety and paving the way for him to comfortably assume the position of leadership (302). She bolsters his confidence with her praise at the first official DA session (351). When Harry is disconsolate and isolated after overhearing Moody speculating that Voldemort might be possessing him, it is Hermione who is able to persuade Harry to talk things out. She claims to have come to Grimmauld Place the minute she was permitted (and didn't join her parents at all), rushing upstairs to the room where Harry was holed up within minutes of her arrival (there is still snow in her hair!) (440). Further, Harry notes that he is "surprised" to see Ron and Ginny sitting on his bed, so he obviously expected to have (and was amenable to having) a conversation about the situation with just Hermione on her own (441). He doesn't "have the heart" to disappoint her by telling her what is really happening to all the hats she's been making for the elves (399). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich History&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Hermione have a rich history, and though that history is shared with Ron, select memories Harry has of Hermione specifically are highlighted to the reader in OP. We learn, for example, that the image of Hermione in the hospital wing when the Polyjuice Potion had gone awry is one of Harry's "most feared memories." And, thinking about Hermione can bring a smile to Harry's face. In his first OWL exam, Harry spies Hermione a few rows ahead of him and fondly recalls the night in which he and Hermione became friends, the night he and Ron knocked out the Troll to save her (628). Accordingly, I believe that any romantic partner of Harry will have a difficult time "replacing" Hermione in his heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Conflict Resolution&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Hermione are not "boring." They do argue or disagree sometimes, but in almost every case, the disagreement is completely resolved by discussing the matter and apologizing as necessary. This is in contrast to Ron and Hermione, whose arguments in OP are never resolved on-screen; one or both parties always retreats into silence and/or avoids the other (72-73, 189-90, 208, 212, 228-230, 231, 264). There is one instance of Ron and Hermione "resolving" an argument off-page; the time when Harry blows up at them for always "having a go at each other" and storms off. In that instance, Ron shows up for Divination a bit later and pronounces that "me and Hermione have stopped arguing" (213). But, we don't see that the argument is actually resolved (it may have just been a temporary truce), and it certainly doesn't stop them from arguing with each other after that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are instances in which Harry is angry enough with Hermione to retreat into silence for a period of time, but this is not a pattern of behavior. In one case, Harry is angry enough with her for siding at least partially with McGonagall to not speak to her during Charms but forgets about being cross with her by the time they reach the next class (285-86). He also is angry enough with her to stop speaking to her for the rest of the day when she pushed him on Occlumency again (519). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only rarely though that Harry retreats into silence rather than resolving his conflicts with Hermione. Harry essentially picks a fight with her over the issue of Lavender not believing him, and after Hermione calmly tells him that she told Lavender off but to please stop jumping down her throat, he apologizes (201). In a similar discussion shortly later, Hermione again is assertive and tells Harry to "stop biting her head off" (227). Though she may look anxious about it, her anxiety never stops Hermione from facing Harry's anger at different times in the course of OP (293, 645-50, 686-87). And, she grows steadily more confident (and less anxious) about confronting Harry when she believes it's necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't afraid to tell him when he's behaving poorly, and he likewise feels comfortable enough to tell her when she's out of order. For example, after they've met Grawp for the first time, Harry tries to calm Hermione, who was very distraught at what Hagrid was asking them to do. When Hermione in turn became angry, to the point of saying that Umbridge was right to question Hagrid's competency, Harry says quietly, "you didn't mean that." She agrees that Harry is right (617). As another example, Harry quietly asks if she does wish that she could see Thestrals; she is immediately horrified by what she's said and apologizes for her insensitivity (398). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry is definitely annoyed with Hermione at different times in OP, but some conflict is definitely a normal and good thing in any relationship. In some cases, it is her logical and pragmatic nature that irritates him (327, 334-35). For example, when she questions whether continuing with the DA is advisable in light of Sirius' support, Harry feels annoyed with her slur on Sirius' judgment; however, he is thinking about her words later as he falls asleep, so he certainly takes her advice to heart even when he disagrees (334-335). In every other case, his annoyance with her centers on her tenacity on the occlumency issue (489, 519, 574, 600-601) or her opposition to his plan to break into Umbridge's office to use her fire for his chat with Sirius (579-80, 582, 587-88). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He affirmatively hides his feelings about one of his Voldemort dreams from Ron and Hermione because "he didn't want another telling-off from Hermione" (520). However, there is certainly not, as has been alleged, a pattern of behavior whereby Harry repeatedly lies to Hermione to avoid being nagged or lectured. In fact, in the single case where Harry has actively lied to Hermione (when he said he'd worked out the Egg clue in GF) and in those cases where he failed to mention a detail or tell the entire story, he avoids her eye or doesn't look at her or otherwise has a guilty reaction. In these cases, Harry is also lying to Ron, though his guilt seems to be Hermione-driven. One instance where Harry "lies by omission" in OP to both Hermione and Ron can be found at: 242-243 (he doesn't tell them the full story about his detentions with Umbridge). When she's pushing him on Occlumency, she asks him if he's stopped having funny dreams, and he answers "pretty much" but doesn't meet her eye (574). Harry tries to sound as though she's insulting him by even asking if he's continuing to work on his Occlumency, but he doesn't quite meet her eye when he says this (601). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overall pattern of how Harry and Hermione react to and resolve interpersonal conflicts contrasts sharply with the Ron and Hermione pattern. Harry doesn't like conflict as evidenced by his angry outburst at them and subsequent thoughts about their incessant bickering (212) and by his thoughts that he didn't care what happened between him and Cho as long as there were no more rows (603). I also don't believe that Hermione is thriving on her conflicts with Ron either, but I'm not sure we have adequate canon-based evidence to make that evaluation fully since we don't have Hermione's perspective at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Concern for Each Other's Safety and Well-Being&lt;br /&gt;While Harry and Hermione both obviously place a high value on the safety, happiness and general well-being of their friends (Ron in particular), they show an especial concern for one another in OP. Ron himself says that Hermione was "going spare" with anxiety about what Harry might do, stuck alone without news (61). Though she professed to be confident that he would not be expelled, she looked "positively faint with anxiety and held a shaking hand over her eyes" when Harry tells them that he got off the charges (143). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stick up for each other with particular ferocity in OP. Hermione reacts quite sharply indeed to Draco's query of how Harry felt being "second-best" to Ron ("Shut up!" and "Get out!"): even Draco recognizes that he may have "hit a nerve" with her (175-176). Harry receives another detention for questioning why Umbridge was docking Gryffindor for Hermione's question (284). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tensions increase in the narrative, so too do Hermione's anxieties. She tells Ron to go check on Harry after his first Occlumency lesson (476-478). She is very concerned by Harry's scar hurting (144, 249, 489, 644, 651). As the DA members run from the Room of Requirement, Hermione looks back from the middle of the group, shouting at Harry to "come on!" (536). She cannot abide the thought of Harry suffering the Cruciatus Curse, and I'm not entirely convinced that she knew what she was going to do when she shouted "NO!" as Umbridge prepared to cast the curse on Harry (658). In other words, I think Hermione reacted with fierce emotional protectiveness of Harry and then formulated a plan as she went along. She also was particularly apprehensive about the veil and its dangers, as if by instinct (682-683). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, Hermione may be overly anxious on Harry's behalf, which annoys him from time to time, but I can't help wondering if it's important that Hermione mistranslates the word for partnership as "defense" (631). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it should be noted that Hermione disengages herself from her parents to join the group of Harry's protectors who confront the Dursleys on the train platform (765). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jealousy of Romantic Partners&lt;br /&gt;Hermione's romantic partner in GF (and possibly OP), Viktor Krum, is jealous enough of Harry's relationship with Hermione to instigate a private conversation. Harry is amazed that this older boy and international Quidditch star considers him a rival. Then, Harry's romantic interest in OP, Cho Chang, is jealous of Harry's relationship with Hermione (494-96, 561). Even if friends don't see a possible romantic pairing in the offing when they look at Harry and Hermione (though we don't know if they do or don't), it is indisputably clear that the romantic interests of both Harry and Hermione are jealous of the H/H friendship. They find it threatening; they suspect romantic interest between Harry and Hermione. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Physical Interaction&lt;br /&gt;Harry does not find Hermione unattractive or ugly (GF 359-60, OP 505). In fact, at the Yule Ball, his jaw dropped in astonishment at Hermione's appearance (GF 360). He had earlier considered this mysterious girl to be "pretty," though he did not yet know that it was Hermione (GF 359). And, of course, he flat-out confirms that he does not find her "ugly" (505). The purpose of her even making the statement that Harry should have told Cho he thinks she, Hermione, is ugly: well, it sounds like she was fishing for compliments or at least testing the waters. We do not know specifically what Hermione might think about Harry's appearance or whether she is or could be physically attracted to him. Of course, people don't fall in love with every person they might believe is physically attractive, but since this seems to be one barrier to H/H speculated on by R/H types in the past, I thought it was worth including in this essay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case though, Harry and Hermione show an increasing comfort level with physical contact in OP. Hermione hugs him for a fairly sustained period of time when he first arrives at Grimmauld Place (60-61). They are shown as seated next to one another at various points in OP (212, 221, 323, 498, 505, 638). This is interesting only in the sense that Rowling has specifically highlighted the seating arrangement in some manner. Hermione grabs or clings to Harry's arm with a fair bit of frequency (323, 358, 614, 668, 679). Harry is described as being very physically protective of her as well. He "seizes her and pulls her behind a tree" (614) when Grawp takes a swipe at her. In the clash between Umbridge and the centaurs, Harry grabs Hermione and pulls her to the ground (665). In the Department of Mysteries when Harry needs to signal the others to smash the shelves, it is Hermione's foot that he finds (692-93). In the ensuing crash, Harry grabs Hermione's robes and drags her forwards: this has all the elements of "save one thing from a burning building" mentality on Harry's part (694). When he thinks Hermione may be dead, there is a "whine of panic" inside Harry's head (699). Learning that she is still alive, Harry feels such a "powerful wave of relief" that he feels light-headed for a moment (700). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Interest in Each Other?&lt;br /&gt;How do Harry and Hermione view each other's respective love lives? Well, clearly, Harry has spared no thought whatsoever on Hermione's love life so far. His only commentary on Krum sounds more like Rowling talking to the reader through Harry, rather than something Harry himself would say (407). He does certainly recognize Ron's interest in Hermione (GF 376), though he and Ron rather interestingly don't seem to have any conversations about girls. Harry wishes at one point that he could ask Sirius' advice, but he doesn't seek out his male best friend's opinion at all. Of course, if they did have a discussion about girls, Hermione would certainly come up, and it's arguable that Rowling is avoiding that entire scenario for the time being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione might seem on the surface to be supportive of the Harry/Cho relationship; she even encourages him by mentioning that Cho couldn't take her eyes off him at the Hog's Head (311). But, on closer examination, it seems at least reasonable to be suspicious of why Hermione is so interested in Harry's love life. For a "disinterested observer," Hermione watches Cho from afar frequently and does quite a lot of thinking about Cho's emotional state and interest in Harry. Hermione interrupts his conversation with Cho at the first D.A. meeting, by shouting to him to look at his watch. Obviously, she'd been watching Harry and Cho for at least a moment; did she interrupt them on purpose? (351) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When Harry tells Ron and Hermione about his snog session with Cho, he does so only as a result of Hermione's prompting. For her part in this conversation, Rowling used "business-like," "brisk" and "impatiently" to describe Hermione's manner. Those are odd descriptors to ascribe to an indifferent observer if you ask me. In addition, of course, Hermione is seen to be wearing a "slight frown" while waiting for Harry to confirm that he and Cho had kissed (404-406). She is all too happy to tell Harry what he's done wrong on his date with Cho after-the-fact. But she doesn't seemingly take the initiative to set Cho straight about her relationship with Harry (or Cho wouldn't continue to be jealous), and we all know that Hermione can be meddlesome when it suits her (Firebolt, anyone?). She questions Harry about Cho at different times (575, 602), and of course, it is none other than Hermione who informs Harry that Cho is dating someone new (762). All in all, I'm not convinced that Hermione is as fully supportive of the Harry/Cho relationship as she appeared to be on the surface. This leaves open the possibility that Hermione has or will develop romantic feelings for Harry. Even if she has romantic feelings for Ron (which I don't believe she does, though the purpose of this essay is not to be anti-R/H), this doesn't preclude her from also having romantic interest in Harry or from developing those feelings later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sum, I believe there is enough ambiguity in the relationships between all three members of the Trio to leave open a definite possibility for Harry and Hermione to develop a romantic interest in one another, even if it's not currently overt for either of them. They have the emotional bond already, and they do find each other physically attractive (there's nothing to suggest that Hermione doesn't find Harry physically attractive anyway). It's definitely true that they might well find other parties more appealing than each other (such as ….oh Ron for Hermione and Ginny for Harry), but it seems to me that the odds on Harry/Hermione pairing off are higher when one examines all the canon evidence as a whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;I believe that OP dramatically accelerates the trend begun in PA and GF of Harry and Hermione working and acting as partners. While it is Harry who has the destiny to fulfill and the books are titled Harry Potter and the _____, I believe that Rowling intends us to view Hermione as more than just a "side-kick," more than just a "secondary character." I believe that Harry and Hermione working in tandem as they increasingly do is a solid basis on which a romantic relationship can be based in later books and/or in the epilogue to the series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it can be argued that Harry will end up paired with Ginny as more and more of her character is revealed to Harry and the reader, it is also firmly within literary tradition for an author to create incentives for a certain romantic outcome by making certain that the readers are emotionally invested in the potential love interest. In that case, Rowling has certainly spotlighted Hermione, both in terms of her individual accomplishments and strengths, and also as part of a dynamic partnership with Harry. By contrast, Ginny's development has been sparse and is largely off-page (testimonials from her brothers and tidbits from Hermione), thereby creating a situation where a large number of readers are not at this stage emotionally invested in her as the hero's love interest. Rowling used that technique already to make sure that readers were not emotionally invested in Cho as Harry's romantic partner. She accomplished this by filtering Cho entirely through Hermione: virtually everything the reader learns or hears about Cho is related by Hermione. The reader isn't given the chance to feel any romantic rush when Harry kissed Cho, as that first kiss was off-page. So, the reader doesn't ever feel any connection to Cho. I believe she's using this same technique with Ginny. And, I believe that she has made certain that readers are very emotionally invested in Hermione, though naturally not all readers want her paired up with the hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't buy into the notion that Hermione is the heroine of the series, it is indisputable that Harry and Hermione working together has been highlighted, particularly in the latest installment. As was shown above, in addition to being a formidable duo, Harry and Hermione have a friendship and emotional relationship that could easily form the basis for romantic interest. I believe that they are both subconsciously aware of an attraction for each other, though Harry certainly isn't overtly aware of any latent feelings for Hermione. Because Hermione's feelings are still ambiguous, it is hard to say whether she might be aware of any interest in Harry. But whether or not they have any current romantic feelings about one another, the stage is clearly set for that possible outcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©2003 Penny Linsenmayer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116556509689438585?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116556509689438585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116556509689438585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116556509689438585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116556509689438585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/12/take-that-kapow.html' title='Take THAT! KAPOW!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116555889299337814</id><published>2006-12-07T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:22:21.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmassy...</title><content type='html'>Wow-December. It's Christmas time once again. Wh00p! Im just a sucker for christmas seasons-you know, unlimited christmas song downloading (from decent artists, of course), blog retouching, unlimited christmas posts, advent ramblings, mass attendance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this certain touch to it that just makes it-special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. It just makes me happy. And to really get everyone in the mood, here's something I made. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/greetings.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116555889299337814?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116555889299337814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116555889299337814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116555889299337814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116555889299337814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmassy_07.html' title='Christmassy...'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116513000907420700</id><published>2006-12-02T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:13:29.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>__XX</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Madam Malkin and her fabulous dollmakers, I present to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ME Dolls--in Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dont know what got me to do this but...hey! Who cares? I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--ENJOY--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/introhog.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/introbeaux.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/fashionxoxocutie/Introdurm.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116513000907420700?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116513000907420700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116513000907420700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116513000907420700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116513000907420700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/12/xx.html' title='__XX'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116504477206608396</id><published>2006-12-01T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:32:52.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~whee</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, I am so happy. Yes, I have successfully made a non-crappy header~ Aint it a beauty? It's the best i've done so far. HarryxHermione--as usual. Im an HHR retard...get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me introduce you to some spanish-inspired song: I LOVE spanish-inspired songs. They are just so...unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bella Luna" by Jason Mraz is probably one of the best songs ever written. It piques into peoples emotions and it is VERY romantic...if you actually understand the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-wait...most likely you wont cause you're too busy listening to Oops I Farted Again by Weird Al Yankovich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People these days have exactly no taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I seriously recommend the song- I can surely say it's better than some "Fly Like a Bird" song by Mariah Carrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to those who 'love' the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxxXxxxXxxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the moon and the lightning appear at the same time, the earth shall cease to spin and the heavens will be filled with so much love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guardian by Miscard-founder of Harmony Podcast, has definately done it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guardian is basically an HHR story. So much raw emotion, really. And it is very very...~flufftastic. The quote mentioned above was just a line from the fic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on-you have GOT to actually be kidding me; You dont understand the quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the fic. It is awesome. It can be found somewhere in Portkey. Yes, I will not provide the link. Why am I being mean? Well, sacrifice comes first before satisfaction. Gotta work hard to find it there-that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can always use their search button-which doesnt work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck. &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116504477206608396?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116504477206608396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116504477206608396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116504477206608396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116504477206608396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/12/whee.html' title='~whee'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116484298012163342</id><published>2006-11-29T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T17:55:47.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>__xx</title><content type='html'>Screw Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW IT, HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does it give me a major migrane, but it also takes the life out of me. Laws of Exponents? Yeah? Ring any bells? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW YOU, @#$%^&amp;*(#)$#(^%(&amp;^%*&amp;#$#@^$@&amp;%&amp;*(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity you-you're stuck with me rambling on and on on how I hate Math and how I want its entirety to die and burn in the hot flames of oblivion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not. You pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxxxXxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoTP kiss--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SPIT AT YOU, CHO CHANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one of the most ridiculous kisses i've seen in the history of movie-making-out. That was just disgusting. And im talking not just because I hate every bone in her body--okay, maybe I am. But seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just low-way BEYOND low. It was just terrible-I couldnt stand the filthy image. And what pisses me the most is that the picture is everywhere in the internet-EVERYWHERE! Im so sick of it. And i've heard they needed to repeat that kiss 30 times just for that picture. GOOD GOD~Im going to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack you, Cho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116484298012163342?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116484298012163342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116484298012163342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116484298012163342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116484298012163342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/11/xx.html' title='__xx'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116452960879688576</id><published>2006-11-26T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:26:48.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.</title><content type='html'>This just got me completely, utterly...speechless. Not only did she do an amazing job with the video editing, the cross-fading was just...EXCELLENT. Oh my goodness, she's definately my vid-idol. That was just...wow. Not only did she capture the raw emotion between the two, she also dug deeper and more personal into things, letting the viewer see the extreme tension and pressure between the two. All those screeching emotions shouted through the whole video-those 3:45 minutes were worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely, utterly OUTSTANDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wi7IxUs7q1o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wi7IxUs7q1o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are left speechless as well-if you didnt watch it...man, you're missing a lot--specially if you're an HHR retard...like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116452960879688576?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116452960879688576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116452960879688576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116452960879688576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116452960879688576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg.html' title='OMG.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116450048227712714</id><published>2006-11-25T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T16:21:22.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick. T_T</title><content type='html'>I've been sick for the past week. I could just imagine the mob of FF.net out my window. Well-sad thing is that im not allowed to sit down by the computer for so long. The world just loves to torture me. This sickness caused me my Math longtest. YES-it did. I failed miserably-due to the extreme pain. There goes my 94 down the drain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just glad that it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God so much for that--this week has been a living HELL. BLOOD EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, please. I need it a lot--specially for me getting back those points I lost in Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU SICKNESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116450048227712714?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116450048227712714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116450048227712714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116450048227712714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116450048227712714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/11/sick-tt.html' title='Sick. T_T'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116389880504386936</id><published>2006-11-18T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:13:25.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOCK.</title><content type='html'>I am in complete shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GIFT TEACHER IS IN THE KJWAN VIDEO. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. JENNY JAMORA, you ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rt35nOARjmw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rt35nOARjmw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116389880504386936?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116389880504386936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116389880504386936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116389880504386936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116389880504386936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/11/shock.html' title='SHOCK.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116389788650254414</id><published>2006-11-18T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T16:58:06.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>The saddest story ever told is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMmcAnp2BKs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMmcAnp2BKs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T -- Yeah, I get it. Im an HHR retard. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GINNY AND HARRY WILL NEVER HAPPEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116389788650254414?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116389788650254414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116389788650254414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116389788650254414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116389788650254414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/11/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116389757059255306</id><published>2006-11-18T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T16:52:50.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>__Movie Maker Madness....srsly.</title><content type='html'>I AM PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, pissed to the very bottom of my toesies. &lt;--*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, WINDOWS 2000, why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have deprived me of the privelages of having a movie maker in my own operating system. It's depressing...and downright pissing. I need a movie maker-it's like...mandatory for me--just like the way I cant live without Adobe Photoshop and Imageready and Limewire and Paint Shop Pro...and My Folder. Yes, these are all important. And stupid WINDOWS 2000 is depriving me of it. CRUELTY, I tell you! I'll sue you if I were rich...but im not. :P And besides, my lawyer would be my stuffed bear. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been by the computer 24/7 just looking for a decent movie maker. U-Lead turned me down. Adobe Premiere-FAMNIT. I wasted a 100 bucks on it...finding out that it's only compatible with Windows XP. CRUEL. CRUEL PROGRAMMERS and CRUEL PEOPLE. DONT PISS WITH ME, *ITCHES! Nuh-uh, girlfriend. &lt;--O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mean. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make an HHR fanvid...NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show pity for the dumb and wicked...where do I belong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither...I think. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And great. W00tsiedoo. DSL's gone...AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116389757059255306?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116389757059255306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116389757059255306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116389757059255306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116389757059255306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/11/movie-maker-madnesssrsly.html' title='__Movie Maker Madness....srsly.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116322840851199258</id><published>2006-11-10T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:00:08.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yipee!</title><content type='html'>Well-Chapter 4 of "Fake" is done. I'd have to say, im pretty proud of my work. It was roughly 3,000+ words long so that's something worth bragging about...right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd Quarter Grades are all ready. Monday's going to be hell on earth-the picking up of the Quarterly report cards. There's a lot of tension going on--so...things are going to get rough. *ew..not like that.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yearbook write-ups are done...and I was stupid enough to volunteer and check them. Wipee...more stress for me. Well-at least all of that is done. The "Field Trip" draft for the layout's done. I've sent it-but im not so sure if it's decent enough. It looks pretty scary...O_O...a product of tiredness and laziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Watch the toe."&lt;br /&gt;"why?"&lt;br /&gt;"I did mock surgery again."&lt;br /&gt;"you're a idiot."&lt;br /&gt;"I know."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116322840851199258?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116322840851199258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116322840851199258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116322840851199258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116322840851199258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/11/yipee.html' title='yipee!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116277674354581221</id><published>2006-11-05T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:32:23.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 day to go.</title><content type='html'>Today's the second to the last day of sem-break-as you can see, im trying to enjoy evry waking minute of it before it ends-that is, if I actually get rid of this boredom, which I now know is highly impossible unless some certain project suddenly comes up. Now-no projects yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started on a new fanfic entitled "Fake". I can say that im pretty proud of it. ^^; It's posted by the navigator-there you can see links to my fanfics. Of course, some failed miserably...I think. If you're an FF.net member, please review. I need it @.@ . Yes, aspiring fanfiction writer--or author. ^^; My priorities are so mixed up right now. @-@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-to lighten the mood, I finished my long math homework. o(^_^)o WhIIpee. Big achievement there *rolls eyes*. I am NOT the type of person that does good in math-nope. Not me. You would have to kill me first then resurrect me-THEN kill me again before you convince me to love math, or even just like it. Uhuh-so much hatred going on in here. I like my teacher-not the subject. But Math's apart of life-it's like sleeping and...er...death. MANDATORY. *sigh* Darnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been hooked to The Starting Line-which is a good thing...I guess. It's this new unsung band-they rock arses! I recommend the song "Lasting Impressions" and "Leaving". No-I am not going emo. *rolls eyes over and over again till she gets dizzy*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*twitch* Paris Hilton. *twitchtwitch* That ghastly, horrid new song of hers. "Nothing in this World"--it sends out this message of juvenile celebrity crushes. Sending false hopes to all guys out there-bwah. And taking the format of a movie trailer? *twitchquiver* Paris Hilton on the same bed with a 13 year-old guy is NOT a good sight. People can get ideas @_@. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I know something you dont know. *smirk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116277674354581221?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116277674354581221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116277674354581221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116277674354581221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116277674354581221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/11/1-day-to-go.html' title='1 day to go.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116261098895032714</id><published>2006-11-03T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:29:48.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End...Of the Sem Break.</title><content type='html'>Well, im six days through the sem-break. It wasn't so boring after all. ^^; Shows im just too paranoid at times. Im starting on my Christmas Shopping-yes, I am aware that it is a bit early...too early. It's just mid-November and my mom's being all paranoid already. Can't blame her though-she's ALWAYS paranoid...and im always the irritating, obsessive-compulsive daughter (they love me for it...I think. ^.^;) What else is new? Oh! I've also been hooked to Kingdom Hearts-I love Kingdom Hearts. You should try it-it's a very good stress-reliever--reminds me...my Independent Study HW--I have not even started yet (do not kill me)--you know what? I'll start on it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116261098895032714?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116261098895032714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116261098895032714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116261098895032714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116261098895032714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/11/endof-sem-break.html' title='The End...Of the Sem Break.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116227358623382002</id><published>2006-10-30T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:49:48.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween...BWAHAHAHAHA.</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waves fairy wand at you* O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah. I could see you had fun eating all those candies *looks at your humungous cavities*. Yes, I can see that. Well-my teeth are clean this halloween season. No trick or treating for me--sad, I know. *Lusts for snickers*...ugh...ahem. Yeah. Anywho--Silly thing (proves i've gone neurotic)--I actually considered putting up a gallery section, but I figured that it's such a waste of valuable time (not to mention im too hideous I could break a camera..i think...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then--my design got declined *faggotCOUGHfaggot*. STUPID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL SEE ME AGAIN--YOU HERE ME?!?! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND MURDER YOU! YOU GAY SUNAMA!@#$%^&amp;*()@#$%^&amp;*(@#$%^&amp;*( *polce comes in and takes her away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THE NAME SAMANTHA M*S*G*N--YOU HEAR ME?!??!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116227358623382002?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116227358623382002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116227358623382002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116227358623382002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116227358623382002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloweenbwahahahaha.html' title='Halloween...BWAHAHAHAHA.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116201946420777864</id><published>2006-10-28T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T21:58:36.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PASIGLAHAN 06-07</title><content type='html'>PASIGLAHAN 06-07 has officially ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--and my room ending up as the 4th placers in volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all good, clean fun (including the music at the background--NYAHAHA). Seven-Nine ended up as the grand champions, 2nd 7-1, 3rd 7-2, 4th US. Horrah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting for 10 whole hours on cold bleachers and taking unlimited pictures--okay, the picture thing was fun, but everything else was boring. I cheered my heart out for our team though--didnt help *rolls eyes*--but we had fun, that's what counts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116201946420777864?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116201946420777864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116201946420777864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116201946420777864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116201946420777864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/10/pasiglahan-06-07.html' title='PASIGLAHAN 06-07'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116167919165619000</id><published>2006-10-24T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T03:57:35.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout [whoop!]</title><content type='html'>New Layout--obviously. It took me about *checks clock* the whole day to do everything-design, background (which was VERY HARD...*sarcastic, for those who are too dense to think it was literal*), Coding, and...smiling. I did a pretty good job, dont you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank youuuuu Photoshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PHOTOSHOP RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new? Nothing much, really. No school today! *Big shout out to my muslim brothers and sisters!* It's &lt;i&gt;RAMADAN&lt;/i&gt; today...so, yeah. It's all over the news, actually. To tell you the truth, muslims are MORE religious than catholics. It's a shame, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our computer has been degraded (sad to say) to Win2000. Some GENUINE MICROSOFT virus hijacked our computer. One day-it crashed, just like that. &lt;s&gt;Well, good thing is, my dad's off to buy the newest XP edition anyway so, im cool.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;(I WAS SO WRONG)&lt;/b&gt; No difference-windows 2000 is still as great as XP (minus, you know, the entrance and the task bar 3d-ish ness). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so...blog-entry blank right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! 2nd fanfic-epilogue's coming up--although it's gonna take a while. Pretty hectic with all the school stuff-sorry to all those who are waiting for an update. It's been a frickin 5 months! Im so sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "The Notebook" fanfic is going well...Oh...it's not the movie...Oh no...it's not. It's...something else. *Snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. You'll just have to watch out for it's debut sometime next year. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...one more thing. Im pissed. No one told our group that the final copy of the short story was due yesterday. We needed to submit a draft--a really messy draft-un proof-read and...yeah. Well-It was a group effort. We tried our best and all of us did our part. Whatever grade we get-we're going to be content about it. Yeah...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, huggles, guys. I dont want to get depressed even more...*SIGH.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116167919165619000?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116167919165619000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116167919165619000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116167919165619000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116167919165619000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-layout-whoop.html' title='New Layout [whoop!]'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116160644716634140</id><published>2006-10-23T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T05:32:55.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah. Im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hides* &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/1600/Paper_Bag_emoticon___updated.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/320/Paper_Bag_emoticon___updated.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know--the layout's starting to suck. But hey! Im just talking to myself since there are NO FREAKING VISITORS ANYWAY--ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news- I finally got a hang of ps7. It's a pretty good thing, really. I know PsP and Ps! *bragsandbrags*. I've been dying to get to know how to use those things...anyway. It's been a pretty hectic week. As I just said, exams just ended and they're giving out the scores...results...kill me now. *gets killed by this guy-&gt;-&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/1600/Cthulu_emoticon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 39px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 31px" height="18" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/320/Cthulu_emoticon.png" width="23" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just looooove the little, pseudo-canibalistic octos. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually considered cancelling the Dramafest *jumps for joy*--then they take it back...*stabs people*. It's bad enough they're putting it in the month of...let's say...where suicidal rates go up. Defense *O_O*, Documented Essay, (fuggin)Dramafest, Grad. Practice, Yearbook Staffers Meetings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lucky to be alive until now--after the whole "London Bridge" immitation cheer for our intrums and the whole "Grade 7,7,7!" with the freaky pom poms, dancing *&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/1600/DDR_emoticon_by_Mediumwell.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/320/DDR_emoticon_by_Mediumwell.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *and the freaky arm raising, no good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just shuddddup. People have EARS and EYES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116160644716634140?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116160644716634140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116160644716634140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116160644716634140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116160644716634140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeah-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116097961949883346</id><published>2006-10-15T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T01:23:37.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a good-dang diggidy day.</title><content type='html'>I feel extra giddy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your prayers. I SURVIVED THE HIGH SCHOOL QUALIFYING EXAMS! (sings to the tune of "i will survive"). Math...unexpectedly...was extremely easy. Some of the items from my math teacher's review for us was there (I am not worthy). Science-again, big shock. It was...easy. But im not being too cocky that I am certain that I WILL pass. Im just putting forth a positive attitude towards...things. ECA...which reminds me *snicker*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Do you know what day it is today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gigglegigglesnortgringigglesnickerlaughchokecough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day. And...trauma setting? It made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can look forward to a better night. (Good grief! No! Not like THAT! Green people. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im actually excited about tomorrow. I have no clue why...but im VERY excited. I just want to see what happens next. (Going in the FANFIC...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was very...interesting. GIDDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy my dad thinks im crazy. Im grinning like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GRINS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda scary, really. You think im grinning for no apparent reason? You have NO idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so elated in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so...GIDDY. G-I-D-D-Y! Your pimpled face is filled with pie! GIDDY! GIDDY! Goooo GIDDY! GIDDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I feel really happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im confused though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to let my parents sign the reply slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take care of that...now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I bid farewell to all of you reading this useless entry. Im just going to go on with my life-eating ANIMAL CRACKERS *by the name Party Animals* *LAUGHLUAGHCHOKE*&lt;br /&gt;Im really going neurotic. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SLAP*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116097961949883346?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116097961949883346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116097961949883346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116097961949883346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116097961949883346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-good-dang-diggidy-day.html' title='Its a good-dang diggidy day.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-116073437255697944</id><published>2006-10-13T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T03:19:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualifying Exams @_@</title><content type='html'>2nd periodic exams are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crowd cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd periodic exams were heaven...but hell takes form in the "High School Qualifying Exams". My mind literally went numb today. ECA was fine-sure. But have you seen MATH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@__________@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain hurts again. One more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in all of earth's name is SYMBIOSIS? Science...yes. I know. This is complete and utter torture. Please start saving up for, lets say, my funeral on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dun dun dudun dun dun dun dun dun dun duuuuuuuuun.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously. It would take a ton of miracles to help me pass this test. And so you ask "What if you dont pass?" Answer? I'll be on probation when I reach high school (there goes freedom, independence, and privacy). It's just utterly disturbing, thinking that teachers would be breathing down your neck as you go through your innocent freshman year. Wow...im scared. Freaky high school professors...GAGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NEWSFLASH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is completely over. My one chance of passing--gone. The tutoring service is NOT available. FAMNIT. There goes a decent grade in MATH and SCIENCE. @_@ T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the world hate me so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's numb and my temperature's hot. That is NOT good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental breakdown in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LORD IN HEAVEN SAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I was on the verge of tears when we went through the math review. Im not good at math. Ask me a product of something..i'll just STARE at you. I felt the veins on my brain throbbing. Today was the VERY FIRST DAY I ever felt extreme stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this fear that I may or may NOT pass this exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..have you heard? It's friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRICKIN FRIDAY THE 13th!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt take this. I couldnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST COULDNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid you farewell, my dear readers. I'll be in my room crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-116073437255697944?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/116073437255697944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=116073437255697944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116073437255697944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/116073437255697944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/10/qualifying-exams_13.html' title='Qualifying Exams @_@'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-115898144587014126</id><published>2006-09-22T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:17:25.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing to say.</title><content type='html'>The &lt;em&gt;telenovela&lt;/em&gt; of life has just unfolded before my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I caution you not be a part of it for it will not only ruin THEIR lives-but yours too. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am...how do I put it...a part of this. I have seen tears, blood, broken glass(or plastic), poems, More tears, betrayal, friendships ruined-in a span of 1 week. It has affected me very much that I cannot even think straight anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the term NEUROTICNESS comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I knew that I had the right to live with no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still-I slap myself constantly and wonder why I even allowed myself to be a part of this mess-THEIR mess. After all-all I wanted was entertainment out of it. Turns out, I got more of what I bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains me and my other friends to see her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I find it funny that her emotions are yet to be controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and off. On and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really want to laugh my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes a good decision-and backs away from it 10 seconds later. Such good entertainment, I dear say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was forced to do something (ew, good gawd! Not THAT something!) which still traumatizes me to this very day. She's been bleeding. I HAD to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's turned EMO. EMO-just for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; @#$% that #$%^#$%^&amp;^%#!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what confuses me most is- slowly but surely, I find myself withdrawing my support from her and depositting it to the object of pure hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_L_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what do anymore. I need to stop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL stop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am backing away from this soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to MY world-where lala land is present and Happy Tree Friends bunnies roam around. Where lollipops pop out out of nowhere and the skies are purple. Where SPCP floats on water and teachers wear pink (ALL teachers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where I find serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*CK it!~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-115898144587014126?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/115898144587014126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=115898144587014126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115898144587014126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115898144587014126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title='I have nothing to say.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-115838257660193924</id><published>2006-09-15T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:56:16.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O__L__O</title><content type='html'>91 and an Am in the Report Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can very well say my hard work and long nights under 2 hot light bulbs paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first quarter has been very...frivolous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me the first quarter. And hopefully, i'll keep my grades steady this time.&lt;br /&gt;Hard work pays off for just a while-then you go back to work again. It's a cycle. NEVER SAY THAT YOU ARE DONE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memento Mori! Memento Mori!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And death takes form in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long test/ Entrance Exams/ 2nd Quarter Examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* says to herself: &lt;em&gt;Memento Mori&lt;/em&gt;..too soon.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y YO oferta usted despedida - por YO deber guarida usted a nocturno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-115838257660193924?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/115838257660193924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=115838257660193924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115838257660193924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115838257660193924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/09/olo.html' title='O__L__O'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-115744651683836957</id><published>2006-09-05T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:55:16.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Croickey! A tribute.</title><content type='html'>We will miss you Steve Irwin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great man! Great man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOURNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?! Why such a tragic death be given to this brave brave soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!??!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers to Stevie up there-havin some fun with the crocks and the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croickey! A tribute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-115744651683836957?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/115744651683836957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=115744651683836957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115744651683836957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115744651683836957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/09/croickey-tribute.html' title='Croickey! A tribute.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-115615964290850946</id><published>2006-08-21T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T04:27:22.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>____0.^</title><content type='html'>I have officially become a fanfiction writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my works is "The Path Unfolded" featuring HHR. There's also "The Outburst". You can find some of my works in fanfiction.net (God Bless it's soul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've watched "The Devil Wears Prada". Sneak Previews are lovely ^__^. Strange though... I heard some people moaning at my back while I was watching the movie o_0. Anyway...ahem. That was quite disturbing indeed. Oh! Harry Potter was mentioned in the movie. Lots of times. It seemed that "Miranda" needed the 7th Book Manuscript of Harry Potter for her kids. And they GOT the 7th book manuscript in the movie. So unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets put forth the issue of me not updating the layout of this blog. Lets see...I have no model to put on. I need suggestions. E-mail me. &lt;a href="mailto:sammerzxxamm@yahoo.com"&gt;sammerzxxamm@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's cleared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn you Cho Chang. Ginny was chosen by Harry just because he was drunk and she was easy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. Everything's cleared up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-115615964290850946?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/115615964290850946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=115615964290850946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115615964290850946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115615964290850946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/08/0.html' title='____0.^'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-115425544535221847</id><published>2006-07-30T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:30:45.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Graduation Photoshoot tomorrow. Wohoo...yeah right. Like im excited. I dont have a hairstyle to put on. And this picture will be the picture in the yearbook (I think) and do you know how important yearbooks are?! Guess you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall kill myself and feed my remains to Pepot-A homosexual pug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today...Well..nothing really. I just fed my remains to the pug. I have a pimple. And now I need to show myself to the camera and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so...peachy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-115425544535221847?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/115425544535221847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=115425544535221847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115425544535221847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115425544535221847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/07/graduation-photoshoot-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-115379141533387652</id><published>2006-07-24T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:36:55.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love SONA's. I love Storms. Why? Cause these two caused me 2 days off from school. I completely love them. &lt;3 Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-115379141533387652?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/115379141533387652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=115379141533387652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115379141533387652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115379141533387652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-sonas.html' title=''/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-115353750376312244</id><published>2006-07-21T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:05:03.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...I Love Nature.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love Nature. I Love the World.&lt;/strong&gt; The field trip was, indeed, the cherry on top of a good year. Everything went swimmingly (No pun intended). Lakes=swimming. Mud=Swimming. I know...MUD. I was bathed in mud. I slipped on mud. I swam in mud. I held mud. I &lt;u&gt;cried&lt;/u&gt; on mud. I got stuck in mud and now I have mud in my ears...no. Kidding. (Suckers). Oh! And I sat on poop...frickin horses. The world is good. God is good. He gave us rain on our field trip. We went to the resort...I never got to swim in it. Funkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandalous. I have created (note: Created..NOT started)more scandals than anyone knows with my two other co-suspects *Yo!*. And the good part? The victims didnt know what hit them...hehehehehe. My reputations gonna drop...oh screw it. I had fun. Me and my other co-suspects. And it's all thanks to a little camera called a SONY Cyber-shot. *Shout out to my co-suspect! NUUUS!* I love the world. &lt;strong&gt;But I STILL hate Cho Chang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-115353750376312244?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/115353750376312244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=115353750376312244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115353750376312244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115353750376312244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-nature.html' title='...I Love Nature.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-115123010700814228</id><published>2006-06-25T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:06:55.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW LAYOUT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously. It took me 5 hours to create this thing and finally, it's done. And as you all know, my Neuroticness has gone ( seeing as how neurotic I was in the previous post). And now, im back to my old self...I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed. I missed classes today. My parents didnt let me go to school because of the stupid storm...and school WAS NOT suspended! Do you know how much I missed today?! I have...well...HAD 5 quizzes today. I MISSED THEM ALL! You know the worst part? Right now, it isnt even raining! It stopped just when 8:00 struck-when classes start! UGH! Oh! And our field trip was cancelled...I think. &lt;strong&gt;I hate the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cho Chang Rocks!&lt;/s&gt;(uh oh...evil dawn of the dead zombies are popping out again. Gotta go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-115123010700814228?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/115123010700814228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=115123010700814228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115123010700814228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115123010700814228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-layout.html' title='New Layout!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-115111391328719271</id><published>2006-06-23T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:12:29.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cho Chang is a life ruiner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Watch yourself on the stairs, it's a bit icy (ey-see) at the (duh) top (toop)" - Cho chang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clear up on things, the words in the parenthesis are the ways on how she pronounced it. WTF is EYSEE at DUH TOOP?! (Bea, Raina, Lois, Aya? Are you reading this? Stupid, right?) You ask them. I've been ranting about this the whole week. It's not that I hate her, it's just that she's sorta irritating. (Look at the anti- Cho Chang/Katie Leung Haters twitch). Im evil. Mwahahahahaha! She actually had 3 different accents in one sentence. (Watch yourself on the stairs, it's a bit  -American/icy -Irish/at the top-British) Ahhhh! My ears are bleeding! Let it all stop!!!! (Oh Look! There's the mob of Anti-Cho Chang/Katie Leung haters outside my window...oh well. IM GOING TO DIE, STATING A POINT! TAKE THAT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh look, here they are pointing their pointy devil sticks at me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And here's a guy yelling at me while saliva comes out of his mouth...im actually bathed in saliva...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And here they are telling me to take it back...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I say no of course...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then, I do my kung fu act on them and they all die...because of fear...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yey me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But then one of them rise from the dead and stab me with their evil devil sticks -which is just a garden rake...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then I die.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM ALIVE! MWAHAHAHAAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I get stabbed again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ALIVE! TAKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And suddenly, it's like dawn of the dead- Katie Leung lovers style- and they become smelly looking zombies...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I pee in my pants...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But I wont take anything back...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NEVER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zombie Maniac Who's drooling blood: Take back what you said!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me:....No.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zombie Maniac who looks alot like Pamela Anderson-Wait...she is Pamela Anderson: Why not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me:...Because I dont want to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then they start getting closer to me to attack.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I run.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And guess what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Im alive!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!!!! *cough* Ehem. I am Neurotic at times. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-115111391328719271?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/115111391328719271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=115111391328719271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115111391328719271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/115111391328719271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/06/cho-chang-is-life-ruiner.html' title='Cho Chang is a life ruiner!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-114993086141096123</id><published>2006-06-10T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T02:14:21.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teendependence. I hope I have it.</title><content type='html'>Independence Day. That oh so special day. Why is that? Well, if you think it's because it shows the untiy and confidence of all Filipinos around the world, I say you're wrong. For the mere reason because it's the day before my first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, that very awkward first day of school. New classmates, new uniforms, new things, new teachers, new friends and (hopefully not) new enemies will be coming your way. Not to mention this year being my last year as a grade schooler (that is, if I pass, and I hope I do). Actually, this year will be exciting for me. There is the dramafest and graduation. Not to mention my job as being the whole P.A person. Maybe, to summarize this whole paragraph, I pick the letters S.T.R.E.S.S!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;uperior &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;imes &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;est in &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;very &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;tudent in the &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;chool.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(I know. Cheap acronyms. I get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these SUPERIOR TIMES mean homework, cramming, stress-hehehe, THOSE days with your teacher, THOSE days with your classmates, THOSE days with your friends, (and according to your body) some of THOSE times of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to sum up this up-coming SY ahead of me, I say it will be &lt;strong&gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear Hear! Im in Grade 7!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-114993086141096123?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/114993086141096123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=114993086141096123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114993086141096123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114993086141096123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/06/teendependence-i-hope-i-have-it.html' title='Teendependence. I hope I have it.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-114912226889206089</id><published>2006-05-31T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T17:37:48.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over...&lt;/3</title><content type='html'>My Life, since yesterday, is officially &lt;strong&gt;OVER.&lt;/strong&gt; Not only stripping me from the greatest chance to finally meet someone but also stripping away my hopes. And I thought things would be better...how wrong was I? Now, I can merely look and dream of what could've been. What a shame. Dramatic, you say? I say this is what im feeling now.  I can feel every inch of me shattering to pieces. My hopes of finally meeting and actually getting to know a person has decreased greatly from a 95 to -1. Make that a -50 if you will. And please, while you're at it? Stone me to death and tell me there is actually no hope left. Please. I beg you. Rub it in my face. P L E A S E ! Because as of this moment, it's official. My life is officially &lt;strong&gt;OVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-114912226889206089?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/114912226889206089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=114912226889206089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114912226889206089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114912226889206089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/05/over3.html' title='Over...&lt;/3'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-114889887017177300</id><published>2006-05-29T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T03:34:30.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Marvelous...&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 I am such in a dreamy daze right now. I dont know what to feel. I am just so...i dont know. I just wanted to share the feeling im feeling right now. Bea? If you're reading this, you know who im talking about (a.k.a The Tennis Situation; The Person Anonymous) Well, I am just really happy right now I want to write all that im feeling into all the pieces if papers I find. I think...im in (Audience: Love?) NO idiots. Im nausiated. I wanna barf. And thats the truth. (Audience: OOOhhhh..) Right now, all I wanna think about is what just happened and what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/1600/loved.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/320/loved.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;3Loved...(Audience: I thought you said; Me: Oh keep quiet!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-114889887017177300?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/114889887017177300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=114889887017177300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114889887017177300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114889887017177300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/05/something-marvelous3.html' title='Something Marvelous...&lt;3'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-114852386912422082</id><published>2006-05-24T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:25:59.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Hicks; Your American Idol!</title><content type='html'>Mood: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/1600/cheerful.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/320/cheerful.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Official. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taylor Hicks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is our new American Idol. WIPEE!!!! (And for the very first time, that wasnt sarcastic!) I AM SO HAPPY! That's what pays off when you enter the soul patrol. Okay, fine. I know that this is such a wrong time but I really feel sorry for Katherine. She ALSO deserved to win. I guess she gave up at her last performance yesterday, the day before the finale. For me, I got 2 American Idols, and that's Taylor and Katherine. They did awesome! You go YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough with the idol chat. New layout? I dunno. I have NO idea on what celebrity to put on my new layout. E-Mail me for your ideas. Click the e-mail icon (The Tre Cool Icon) at the left side and it wil;l direct you to your default e-mail client. Just send me a hello, I refer the celebrity *BLANK*. Thanks. Then sign your name. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I guess im fresh out of ideas now. So long, my good viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUL PATROL AND MCPHEEVER FOREVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-114852386912422082?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/114852386912422082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=114852386912422082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114852386912422082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114852386912422082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/05/taylor-hicks-your-american-idol.html' title='Taylor Hicks; Your American Idol!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-114835606054888188</id><published>2006-05-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:47:40.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Arse is soar</title><content type='html'>My arse is soar. Ouch. From all this sitting in front of this addictive toy called a computer, my arse has given me a punishment. And can you imagine i am writing this standing up?. Well, I guess im in no mood to have a mood today. Get it? Hahaha. Yeah right. Like i even found my own joke funny. Stupid git &lt;--and in this situation, IM the git. UGH! I feel like im sitting on a set of sharp rocks.  I just wanted to share with all of you my sheer torture right now. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-114835606054888188?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/114835606054888188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=114835606054888188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114835606054888188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114835606054888188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-arse-is-soar.html' title='My Arse is soar'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-114819500101242221</id><published>2006-05-20T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:03:21.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thy Potterfever Hit Me...again.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last blogged. A whole lot of 'A While' that is. The whole school excitement is here again and im not feeling it a bit. Sure, new bags, new books, new materials, new shoes, new uniform, new adviser, new classmates, new friends, irritating BACK TO SCHOOL signs but still, I AM NOT HIT WITH THE EXCITEMENT! and it pisses me off. I am always excited about that whole new SY thing but right now im worried. I got another huge responsibility next SY. Guess what? Im a P.A person. That means I need a watch for the time. I HATE WATCHES! Except those times when I really need the time. Okay, im gonna close this School topic right now and start another paragraph. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol. Grand Finale next week, isnt it? But I couldnt want more than see Taylor Hicks win. Im IN the Soul Patrol, yo! In my opinion, the Mcpheever thing just didnt hit me and I am GLAD it didnt. Im just irritated at how she is. But that's my opinion so respect it. I dont like Katherine Mcphee. Taylor Hicks? That's a different story. It's about time we had a second male American Idol. I mean, sure that girls have dominated the series but what about the guys? I mean, I am all female but lets give these guys a chance. SPECIALLY TAYLOR HICKS! I mean, who couldnt resist being in the soul patrol, right? And I really sound stupid right now, right? Clap if you're retarded! (Girl wearing cap who definately looks like a celebrity I kinda dislike claps) Well, at least she's honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I am SOO obsessing over Harry Potter again. Which reminds me... BE A HARMONIAN! HHR FOREVER! Okay. I just needed to get that out of my system. And I am SOO a HHR shipper. Have an iPod? Like HHR? Go to harmonypodcast.com...or at least I think that's the address. They have some podcasts of some fanfics. and now? I officially start my HHR MOOD report!  Thanks to YUM YUM CAFE from livejournal for the mood theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Dorky &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/1600/geeky.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/320/geeky.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-114819500101242221?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/114819500101242221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=114819500101242221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114819500101242221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114819500101242221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/05/thy-potterfever-hit-meagain.html' title='Thy Potterfever Hit Me...again.'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-114613017061455267</id><published>2006-04-27T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:51:09.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T___T</title><content type='html'>School is almost up. Just about a month from now. Time can fly so fast. Maybe about a week from now, im going to that beach I was talking about. Wipee! (I said that with fake enthusiasm, okay?) so, yeah. Good news? Im enrolled for next year so im settled. I got my books already. I could already smell the preassure. I could already feel the preassure crushing every inch of my body, stress seeping through my vains, migranes tearing up every single piece of whats left of my brain. Great isnt it? Wipee. (Again, sarcastic!). (Chuckles, chuckles, chuckles than rolls her eyes in disgust of herself.) I actually dont know why im chuckling. Maybe because of all the non-fat ice tea i've been drinking. If you could just be in my shoes, you would now feel the amazing power of a migrane. It hurts like hell. It hurts like being betrayed. It hurts like...uhm...it just hurts alot. And now, I shall end this post in misery, pain, deciet and most of all, an evil grinn which might wear off after an hour or so...or now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-114613017061455267?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/114613017061455267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=114613017061455267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114613017061455267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114613017061455267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/04/tt.html' title='T___T'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-114585233538830992</id><published>2006-04-23T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:18:55.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliffie!</title><content type='html'>I think Cliff Eidelman is a genius. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-114585233538830992?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/114585233538830992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=114585233538830992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114585233538830992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114585233538830992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/04/cliffie.html' title='Cliffie!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-114541745484291387</id><published>2006-04-18T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:30:54.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California!</title><content type='html'>I have just seen California. Not physically but through Google. Those satellite things. I really miss our home there in the OC. It were a lot easier there. Less traffic, more fashion, cheaper food but expensive clothing. It's all worth it. I just wish I were there right now.  Dont worry. Someday, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALIFORNIA! CALIFORNIA! HERE WE COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay. I am dreaming big. So maybe it will never happen. God only knows. But enough about this whole California thing. We got DSL. Which is a total advantage for me since I am on the internet almost every day of my life. it's become a part of me. Some sort of childhood friend. This computer might even take me places. Yeah. Sure.  Keep dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Say, ever heard of The Virgin Beach of Batangas? Well, we're going there for the summer. 4 days and 3 nights. No TV. No Entertainment. NO COMPUTER! Just some salt water beach, white sand and some airconditioned cottage. Wipee. Sarcastically of course.  It's like im being stuck in some Big Brother house. THAT is pure torture.  Not to mention walking around in a bathing suit. It may be easy for you but not for me. It's humiliating. Specially seeing a teenage girl walking around in a one piece while those other skimpy teenagers (Not all)  wear those 2 piece bikinis they bought from greenhills or some store. And worst part is, you need to cut the part.  You know what they say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are not in fashion, you are nobody." -&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/author.asp?AUTHOR_ID=723"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lord Chesterfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, "Letter to his son", April 30, 1750&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So maybe you dont know what they say. So that means im a nobody? I dont think so old dude Lord Chesterfieldie somebody. Nuh uh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-114541745484291387?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/114541745484291387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=114541745484291387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114541745484291387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114541745484291387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/04/california.html' title='California!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-114457875942675869</id><published>2006-04-09T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T03:32:39.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo shawty! It's mah Birthday! We gonna Pahty like its mah birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Great to be 13!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yoh Shawty! It's mah birthday. We gonna pahty like its mah birthday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its my birthday. Wohooo!!! 13. 13.13.13.13.13.13.13.13. "lucky" number 13. The 13 assistants of ERAP. Friday the 13th. And the 13 blisters I saw on someones foot.........................................................YEAH!!!! forgive me cause im  hyphalutin. It's just so fun to have a birthday. Going to pizza hut and munching on cheesy crust pizzas...now that's fun. Going to Metrowalk and buying 20 DVDs. Now thats fun. Getting a blister while playing badminton after munching on dozens of pizzas....well, not so fun. My blister is throbing like someone's foot when it rains. Best part? I lost weight this summer. 1.5 pounds. Well, i think thats water weight but still, its a small achievement for me.  And im lucky cause my birthday landed on Palm Sunday, start of Holy Week. OH! Just to remind you. I added a new feature to my MORE? link. Its my Googlisms. Check it out. It's really awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polkadot bikini!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-114457875942675869?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/114457875942675869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=114457875942675869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114457875942675869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114457875942675869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/04/yo-shawty-its-mah-birthday-we-gonna.html' title='Yo shawty! It&apos;s mah Birthday! We gonna Pahty like its mah birthday!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-114420375794304337</id><published>2006-04-04T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:22:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new different country...</title><content type='html'>Imagine the Philippines. No, dont imagine rallyist and anti-Gloria...um..ists. Think of it as traffic filled roads, happy faces, peaceful government and very gay filipinos (Gay as in Happy). I'll give you some minutes to imagine................done? Well, hate to break it to you but that world is impossible. IMPOSSIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bomb threats for Malacanang,  Conflagrations everywhere specially this summer, Rallyist hitting the streets of EDSA with their usual "Gloria-&lt;em&gt;Alis&lt;/em&gt;!" or "&lt;em&gt;Palayain si ERAP&lt;/em&gt;!!". Not to mention the humungous traffic they cause. This is the scene present in the Philippines. "Hello, Garci?" Tapes are spreading. All I want to say is "Hello, Philippines?" What's happening to this great country?! What happened to the once peaceful country that did not think evil.  I mean, walk down some squatter streets. Honestly, how many topless men do you see? 1? No. More like 13 or even, when the hot summer sun hits us, 29. I observed while we were stuck in traffic due to the "&lt;em&gt;Itaas ang Sweldo&lt;/em&gt;!" rallyists. Do you see how desperate our case is? HA! But im writing this post because of Me. Us. The next generation. We need a good country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I belong to the next generation. I know. But when we grow up, what kind of country will be of us? We will be handling this country. Some of us maybe senators or even a president. But what else will we do to this country that's already broken. Try to fix it? I dont think so. At least leave us with a country that is worth living in. A country that we can be proud of. A country that is ours to hold or keep. We dont want to be in a country filled with broken hopes and dreams. We want a country in which we can work in peacefully and happily. That is a country I want to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE. MAKE OUR FUTURE BRIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So this is some sort of blah. I just wanted it to get off my head. More posts to come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-114420375794304337?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/114420375794304337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=114420375794304337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114420375794304337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/114420375794304337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2006/04/whole-new-different-country.html' title='A whole new different country...'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14654291.post-113057199651710827</id><published>2005-10-29T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:01:39.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>___L.P.B Revolutionized!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2711/1333/1600/PictureRevolutionized.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Little P!NK book has revolutionized. May I give you a brief history of my blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&gt; Open since 2003. That time, i didnt have a customized template. I had a pre-made template by blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&gt; April 2004, I started making customized templates for my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&gt; May 2005, My first template was born. V 1.0; The iPod Nano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&gt; September 2005, V. 1.1; Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&gt; November 2005, My blog had a rough time. I put it on break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&gt; February 2006, My blog re-opened with my previous layout; Hilary Duff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&gt; March-April 2006, v.1.2 was born/ My current layout- Green Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So as you see my blogg has revolutionized into a more personal and more rebellious type. Same name; L.P.B; Different content. Get ready. No more crappy posts. No more cheap lol's. Just me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14654291-113057199651710827?l=sammerzxxme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/feeds/113057199651710827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14654291&amp;postID=113057199651710827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/113057199651710827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14654291/posts/default/113057199651710827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammerzxxme.blogspot.com/2005/10/lpb-revolutionized.html' title='___L.P.B Revolutionized!'/><author><name>s.o.m.E.o.n.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259718410496907599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
