<?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-1185783247934516506</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:40:42.115-10:00</updated><category term='the crow salvation'/><category term='new'/><category term='Russell Brand'/><title type='text'>The things I say and the words I write</title><subtitle type='html'>Because you know you want to know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185783247934516506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186494398819649593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbTh8v0EqeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SISj4elArlo/S220/043.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185783247934516506.post-60060812954657840</id><published>2009-03-14T16:00:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:00:21.046-10:00</updated><title type='text'>no accent</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;The Midland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 90%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent."  You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas.  You have a good voice for TV and radio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 87%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Inland North&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 78%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The South&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 73%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Northeast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 70%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Boston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 25%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The West&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 25%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;North Central&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 8%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_american_accent_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185783247934516506-60060812954657840?l=imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/60060812954657840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-accent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185783247934516506/posts/default/60060812954657840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185783247934516506/posts/default/60060812954657840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-accent.html' title='no accent'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186494398819649593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbTh8v0EqeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SISj4elArlo/S220/043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185783247934516506.post-838353177831362625</id><published>2009-03-14T15:45:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:45:25.230-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="font-size:12px;font-family:Arial;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align:center;background-color:#00bc41;color:#fff;font-size:12px;font-family:Arial;font-weight:bold;border-top:3px solid #00f035;border-bottom:5px solid #00f035;padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S156562/Enter_the_first_line_of_the_next_song_XD.html" title="Enter the first line of the next song XD" style="color:#fff;"&gt;Enter the first line of the next song XD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/~moonbeam94" title="moonbeam94's Profile" style="color:#fff;"&gt;moonbeam94&lt;/a&gt; and taken 337 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink Free Fun Surveys" style="color:#fff;"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #00f035;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K so I'll give you a situation, you'll press the arrow on your music player&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #00f035;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and enter the first line of the next song, whether it makes sense or not XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;A loved passes away, and the first thing you say during your speech is::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; boys and girls of every age wouldnt you like to see something strange &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;You stub your toe and scream::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; ive been your lover iver been your friend &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Something you've always wanted to say to your crush/S.O is::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; pain without love pain i cant get enough &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Your having people pose for a picture and you say "Say ____!:":&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; youve got your ball youve got your chain tied to me tight &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Your Bff calls you at 2AM just to say::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; i really want you &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;The breakup line your bf/gf uses on you is::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; fathers are lined with dirt from long days in the feild &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;You reject somebody who likes you by saying::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; i know you ive walked with you once upon a dream &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;You are forced to be partners with the person you dislike most. You think::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; hanging round downtown by myself &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;You goto a party and walk in screaming::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; never really said to much afraid it wouldnt be enough &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Your crush finally decides to tell you he loves you, and you reply with::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; it seems like erydays the same and im left to discover on my own &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;You fall asleep and class, and as you awake you blurt out::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; you almost pick the best time to drop the worst line &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;You are asked to sing the s.p.b.@ a football game and accidentally end up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; shorty want a thug &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;A description of yuor enemy::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; any man of mine better be proud of me &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;You had  a baby and the first thing you thought about them was::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; where do bad folks go when then die &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Your best friend steals your bf/gf and you say::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; you said the way my blue eyes shine put those georgia stars shame at nighti said thats a lie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;You move out of your house and write an email to your friends saying::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; your getting older your journeys been etched on your skin &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;A description of your mom::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; this is my life, its not what it was before &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Aaand your pet/friends pet::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; state the obvious i didnt get my perfect fantasy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;You love to::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; is it worth it can you even hear me &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;You dump water on your best friend because::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; when somebody loved me everything was beautiful &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;In the shower, you are thinking about::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; drew looks at me i fake a smile so he wont see. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Your motto is::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; did i disappoint you? or let you down &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;When your mom doesnt allow you to go to a party, you scream::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; sometimes i get a good feeling yeah, i get a feeling that i never had before &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;You are called stupid, you come back with::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; another turning point a fork stuck in the road &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #00f035;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;I ask you to save your results::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#a6fcb9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; she said she needed a break. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#e0fae5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #00f035;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K. 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href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-dwight-moment.html' title='best dwight moment'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186494398819649593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbTh8v0EqeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SISj4elArlo/S220/043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185783247934516506.post-4262466343882405929</id><published>2009-03-13T22:08:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:16:54.595-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is your best friend a virgin?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;no all my friends are skanky lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Joel McHale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in bed in the next 20 minutes?​​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing​ you ate?&lt;br /&gt;orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you planning on doing after this?&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you currently have a hickey?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;no im not a teenager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss anyone?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you really laughed?​​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust​ all your friends?​​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;...not completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the one person that hurt you most in your life apologize?​​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’​s something you really want right​ now, be honest?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;a new place to call home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss the way things use to be?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a boy or a girl to call you last?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;90% chance it was a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'​​s the last person you hugged?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling right​now?&lt;br /&gt;fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you talk to someone on the phone ​tonight?​​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;no im ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair curly​ or stra​ght?​​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;insanely curly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ did you meet the last perso​n you were in a car with?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;in front of my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were sad?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know right now im kinda mad i ate fricking calorie filled dessert things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;5'7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you ever get plastic surgery?​​&lt;br /&gt;sure, i have lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you continue fight​ing in an argument even though you' re wrong?&lt;br /&gt;no what would be the point in that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to music​ every​ day?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;plenty of shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah when im being sneaky or havent done my hair lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would ​you rather sleep ​with someone else or alone​?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealous person?​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;no im a nontrusting person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you single on your last birthday?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow this time, where ​will you be?&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked today?&lt;br /&gt;my doofus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When'​​​​​​s the last time you talke​d with the opposite sex on the phone​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;today i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you can last in a relat​ionship for 3 months?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'​​​​​​s your heart​ lately?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;good its my body im mad at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried​?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'​​​​​​re being​ extremely quiet​ what’​s it mean?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a really big fight​ with a best friend?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think ​a lot before you fall asleep?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;a think a lot all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever given​ a random perso​n your numbe​r?​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ did you get the shirt​ you are weari​ng?​​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;navy exchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,​​​​​ what'​​​​​​s on your mind right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;losing weight lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer until​ your birthday?​​​​​​​&lt;br /&gt;6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried​ in front of?&lt;br /&gt;i cry in front of everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185783247934516506-4262466343882405929?l=imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbTh8v0EqeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SISj4elArlo/S220/043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185783247934516506.post-5544994814504606415</id><published>2009-03-13T19:20:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:25:57.913-10:00</updated><title type='text'>epiphany</title><content type='html'>ive had a realization. all's i need is a hair cut to change my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/Sbs_vrA9epI/AAAAAAAAABg/t5cj3nFS35A/s1600-h/medium-styles-curly-hair-011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/Sbs_vrA9epI/AAAAAAAAABg/t5cj3nFS35A/s400/medium-styles-curly-hair-011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312910273646787218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title='epiphany'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186494398819649593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbTh8v0EqeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SISj4elArlo/S220/043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/Sbs_vrA9epI/AAAAAAAAABg/t5cj3nFS35A/s72-c/medium-styles-curly-hair-011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185783247934516506.post-4630695916114282090</id><published>2009-03-10T21:04:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:14:13.373-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the crow salvation'/><title type='text'>"I cant be alive, not without you."</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QF6-0H0OYl0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QF6-0H0OYl0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my favorite moments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0:30-0:57&lt;br /&gt;1:24-1:29 [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my most favorite moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:32-2:27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it i cant get a guy to say things like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185783247934516506-4630695916114282090?l=imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbTh8v0EqeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SISj4elArlo/S220/043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185783247934516506.post-8187190011424686675</id><published>2009-03-09T23:06:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:01:08.567-10:00</updated><title type='text'>First; fish cannot talk. Second; jelly fish are not fish.</title><content type='html'>So i blocked this girl.&lt;br /&gt;She kept following me around, showing up on the same sites as me, being generally strange.&lt;br /&gt;So i blocked her so she couldnt see what i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;well she tracked me down and emailed me just to let me know that she wasnt stalking me.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a purse that i know if i get i will really be truly happy. truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting my hair cut on the 15. I cant wait. I want to do something wild but i really want to grow it out for locks of love. i havent done anything very nice in a while i figure that will even things out for at least 2 weeks. It has to be 10 inches. and my hair that takes years to grow a single inch (sarcasm lol) hasnt hardly grown at all. they say hair grows half an inch every month, mine has grown 1 inch since december. im going to not do anything to my hair. no dying, no blowdrying, no straightening, no chemicals of any kind. Just lots of deep conditioning and tender loving hair care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 16 i have a dentist appointment. got a cavity. oops i mean 3 cavities...oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school finally sent my school work. i get to learn about different types of drugs in this unit. Anti-everythings! im excitied. its going to be so easy. mainly because i already know medicines. Its so easy for me, this pharmacy tech thing. I cant figure out why. I worry so much about about not understanding but then i get almost perfects on all my tests. I have absolutley no faith in myself. i cant wait to get it. theres just something about the medical feild that entrances me. i want to be a therapist, i love getting into peoples heads and knowing what they are thinking. I love hearing peoples stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been playing raquetball. i really suck alot. but it is the game that matches my ADD mentality. I can run and jump and ....hit a ball with a raquet. it gets my heart going when that ball bounces off the wall and pelts me. i have bruises. ive stoppe going to the gym and started exercising at home. which is better for me, i sweat more and the next day my muscles ache more. my abs hurt so much. i just wanted to lose the fat on my tummy but now i can see the outline of a 6 pack. i looked up pictures of women with 6 packs, the only thing i could find was body builder women. id rather die than look like a schwarznegger tranvestite. so i think im going to lessen my stomach work outs and do exercises that work my ass. since it wants to be so huge it has to be  beaten into submisson. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish, I wish that there was somewhere to go on this island. it takes a grand total of 3 hours to drive around Kamehameha Highway without traffic. Theres so much traffic you cant really enjoy the scenery, you can just sit in the line of traffic to the offramp and inhale car fumes.I miss home. I miss open fields and small businesses. I miss the closeness. Here you are never alone but you are always alone. You know? The military people are one thing they will speak to me. But the locals...when i first got here I smiled at everyone and no one smiled back. even recently i got lost trying to find the doctors on pearl harbor so i stopped and got out to ask for directions the guy nearly died when i asked him where it was. i was eating lunch at costco (yeah big spender, I know) and there wasnt any places left to sit except next to me. This man stood. Im told him he could sit next to me. He looked astonished and freaked out that i offered. he did and i tried to talk to him, that was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i do something that pushes people away. ive gained and lost so many people recently. half of them i cant even call friends we didnt get that far. im on my way to becoming a bigger and better person. i think im going to start eating healthier. mostly fruit and veggies. i dont want to eat bread or meat anymore. im just having on overdose crisis my mind will change about the bread thing in a day or 2. im just disapointed in myself that I opted to not do the traditional college thing. thats just my rebeliousness. cant tell me what to do!!! im going to stop worrying about things that happend along time that i had no control over. or things that i did do that were a total accident! im just embarrassed  by 80% of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came on the computer to write my story. im trying to type now instead of doing the notebooks. i love all my note books but its just easier on the computer. i got wrapped up in typing this out. i thought id just update sort of since i hardly ever do a real post in journal/blog ive ever had but i found i had alot to say. i havent stopped typing, except to text someone, and that means my mind has kept going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ok i just stopped to watch a commercial for the office. i have gotten so into that show! i used to think it was so dry and pretentious. check it out its awesome.&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; http://www.hulu.com/the-office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is quite late i do believe im going to settle down lay on the couch or maybe just go crash on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185783247934516506-8187190011424686675?l=imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/8187190011424686675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-fish-cannot-talk-second-jelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185783247934516506/posts/default/8187190011424686675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185783247934516506/posts/default/8187190011424686675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-fish-cannot-talk-second-jelly.html' title='First; fish cannot talk. Second; jelly fish are not fish.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186494398819649593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbTh8v0EqeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SISj4elArlo/S220/043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185783247934516506.post-6152728969924589360</id><published>2009-03-09T21:29:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:31:11.051-10:00</updated><title type='text'>and though id like to stand by him.</title><content type='html'>I sense there's something in the wind&lt;br /&gt;That feels like tragedy's at hand&lt;br /&gt;And though I'd like to stand by him&lt;br /&gt;Can't shake this feeling that I have&lt;br /&gt;The worst is just around the bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And does he notice my feelings for him?&lt;br /&gt;And will he see how much he means to me?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's not to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will become of my dear friend&lt;br /&gt;Where will his actions lead us then?&lt;br /&gt;Although I'd like to join the crowd&lt;br /&gt;In their enthusiastic cloud&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may, it doesn't last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will we ever end up together?&lt;br /&gt;No, I think not, it's never to become&lt;br /&gt;For I am not the one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185783247934516506-6152728969924589360?l=imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/6152728969924589360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-though-id-like-to-stand-by-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185783247934516506/posts/default/6152728969924589360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185783247934516506/posts/default/6152728969924589360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-though-id-like-to-stand-by-him.html' title='and though id like to stand by him.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186494398819649593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbTh8v0EqeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SISj4elArlo/S220/043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185783247934516506.post-260704211196746719</id><published>2009-03-09T21:04:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:17:07.238-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Awed and inspired.</title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is: Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can call me: Sarah's good! thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I: out of the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts is: Tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high school was: pretty ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m nervous: I bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song I listened to was: Be prepared. The Lion King rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to get married right now it would be to: i just wouldnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is: in dire need of a cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4 i was: happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas: was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be: relaxing and i so am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look down I see: my cleavage lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest recent event was: watching Russell Brand on TV last nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year: it will be 7 months till my ass is off this island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current gripe is: im cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time understanding: certain Y chromosome carrying males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: the first person i saw lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy: everything i see and not ever be in debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you plan to visit: No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spent the night at my house: we'd have to share a bed. the couch aint comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: ...Amp energy drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought me: food lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle name is: Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I: Shower and all that stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this girl I know who: is so rad she uses 80s slang and loves disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was an animal I’d want to be: a dog. there always content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better name for me would be: i quite like my name i dont want to change it. maybe the spelling since everyone says its spelled "shara" i really didnt realize Sarah was so hard to spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am: doing absolutley nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am: Doing nothing productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is: October 20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185783247934516506-260704211196746719?l=imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/260704211196746719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/awed-and-inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185783247934516506/posts/default/260704211196746719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185783247934516506/posts/default/260704211196746719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/awed-and-inspired.html' title='Awed and inspired.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186494398819649593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbTh8v0EqeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SISj4elArlo/S220/043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185783247934516506.post-1666776261170593717</id><published>2009-03-09T20:47:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:54:28.716-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Beret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbYOmy27FXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9TJXRMfRUJM/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbYOmy27FXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9TJXRMfRUJM/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311448870180033906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like my hat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185783247934516506-1666776261170593717?l=imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/1666776261170593717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-beret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185783247934516506/posts/default/1666776261170593717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185783247934516506/posts/default/1666776261170593717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfamousinasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-beret.html' title='Blue Beret'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186494398819649593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbTh8v0EqeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SISj4elArlo/S220/043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbYOmy27FXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9TJXRMfRUJM/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185783247934516506.post-5156786806404331502</id><published>2009-03-09T11:13:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:18:27.866-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russell Brand'/><title type='text'>Just to be random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZjTmQXYv-3w/SbWHn5sYNLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hXgJmBX8s00/s1600-h/grade2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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