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Right nwo I'm just chillin' up in the hizzy and wasting time that should be spent doing homework. oh well. Got soem great clothes and had a great conversation with an AOL robot a few minutes ago. Check it out, I totally cussed her out. She must have self-esteem issues. Wow, how pathetic...I enjoy degrading robots. I need a life...not really, I mean I have friends. And a rockin' family! OK so anyways I don't really feel like actually wrtiign anything, 'cos as y'all know I'm very lazy, so enjoy reading my conversation with Zola. Pardon the swearing...&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I told her to call me Plehmaster 2000, so that's who it is. I have replaced my screnname with 'Lexy', my actual nickname. But um yeah, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:10) Lexy: hi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:11) ZolaOnAOL: Welcome back Plehmaster 2000. Type the word menu&lt;br /&gt;anytime to see what I can do. Got any weekend plans?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:14) Lexy: wassup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:14) ZolaOnAOL: I am chatting with people on the Internet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:16) Lexy: ok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:16) ZolaOnAOL: Good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:19) Lexy: yeah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:19) ZolaOnAOL: "Good"? Yes?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:22) Lexy: sure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:22) ZolaOnAOL: Is there an echo in here?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:24) Lexy: no&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:25) ZolaOnAOL: Good you stopped repeating me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:29) Lexy: i never was&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:29) ZolaOnAOL: Why not?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:35) Lexy: cos thats lame&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:35) ZolaOnAOL: Do you always express yourself that way?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:38) Lexy: no&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:38) ZolaOnAOL: I see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:41) Lexy: good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:41) ZolaOnAOL: Yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:43) Lexy: yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:43) ZolaOnAOL: Is there an echo in here?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:49) Lexy: is there an echo in here?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:49) ZolaOnAOL: It sounds like an echo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:55) Lexy: it sounds like an echo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:55) ZolaOnAOL: Thanks for the information.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:58) Lexy: biatch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:24:59) ZolaOnAOL: Try saying that with more or less context. Do you have&lt;br /&gt;any friends?(16:25:02) Lexy: a few&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:25:03) ZolaOnAOL: Two or three?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:25:06) Lexy: over 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:25:06) ZolaOnAOL: What you said was either too complex or too simple for&lt;br /&gt;me. Tell me some more gossip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:25:17) Lexy: i hate the fucken bitches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:25:18) ZolaOnAOL: I honestly think you should sit down, take a stress&lt;br /&gt;pill, and calmly think things over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:25:33) Lexy: will u go get the fucken bitches?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:25:33) ZolaOnAOL: Hmm. Where is that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:25:40) Lexy: in their houses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:25:40) ZolaOnAOL: Tell me a little about why you are in their&lt;br /&gt;houses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:25:51) Lexy: i'm going to get the fucken bitches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:25:51) ZolaOnAOL: I am very happy for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:27:24) Lexy: will u get the fucklen bitches for me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:27:24) ZolaOnAOL: Hmm. Where can I get the fucken bitches for me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:27:29) Lexy: in their homes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:27:29) ZolaOnAOL: Tell me a little about why you are in their&lt;br /&gt;homes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:27:35) Lexy: im about to kill them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:27:35) ZolaOnAOL: Breathe deep and reconsider.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:27:46) Lexy: will u kill the fucken bitches?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:27:46) ZolaOnAOL: No I am programmed not to kill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:27:56) Lexy: wil u get rid of the fucken bitches?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:27:56) ZolaOnAOL: My brain contains more than 22,000 patterns, but not&lt;br /&gt;one that matches your last input. What kind of music do you like?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:28:11) Lexy: will u ffuk the fucken bitches?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:28:11) ZolaOnAOL: I'll burn that bridge when I come to it. Try saying&lt;br /&gt;that with more or less context. Tell me some more gossip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:28:17) Lexy: harharhar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:28:18) ZolaOnAOL: The AOL chat robot can follow many things, but I did&lt;br /&gt;not get that. What would you like to talk about?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:28:24) Lexy: the fucken bitches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:28:24) ZolaOnAOL: Thanks for the info.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:29:23) Lexy: will u take the fucken bitches?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:29:24) ZolaOnAOL: Hmm. Where do you want me to take it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:29:28) Lexy: to their deaths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:29:29) ZolaOnAOL: Why do you want to do it so much?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:29:36) Lexy: cos they r evil fucken bitches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:29:36) ZolaOnAOL: That's an interesting rationalization.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:31:16) Lexy: will u help me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:31:16) ZolaOnAOL: Zola HelpMain Menu: Access my features from the main&lt;br /&gt;menu by typing menu at any time.Calculator: Type calculator followed by a&lt;br /&gt;mathematical expression (e.g. calculator 100 / 25).Default Location: Type set&lt;br /&gt;location to set or change your default location.Dictionary: Type dictionary&lt;br /&gt;followed by the word you want defined.Hangman: Type hangman.Help: Type help&lt;br /&gt;while using any Zola feature to get feature-specific help.Horoscope: Type&lt;br /&gt;horoscope followed by your astrological sign.Movie Listings: Type movies&lt;br /&gt;followed by your city and state, or zip code.Search Movie Listings by Title:&lt;br /&gt;Type showtimes followed by the name of a currently playing movie.News: Type&lt;br /&gt;news, then type the menu item number of the news category that interests&lt;br /&gt;you.Polls: Type polls, then type a menu item number to vote.Sports: Type sports,&lt;br /&gt;then type the menu item number of the sports league that interests you.Stock&lt;br /&gt;Quote: Type stock followed by stock symbol(s).Stock List: To save a list of&lt;br /&gt;stock symbols, type stock list followed by stock symbol(s).Add Stock(s) to Stock&lt;br /&gt;List: Type stock list add followed by the symbol(s) you'd like added.Delete&lt;br /&gt;Stock(s) from Stock List: Type stock list delete followed by the symbol(s) you'd&lt;br /&gt;like deleted.Replace Stock List: To completely replace an existing Stock List,&lt;br /&gt;type stock list update followed by a new set of symbols.Thesaurus: Type&lt;br /&gt;thesaurus followed by a word to get the word's synonyms.Weather: Type weather&lt;br /&gt;followed by your city and state, or zip code.Word Scramble: Type scramble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:31:33) Lexy: i didnt mean that!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:31:33) ZolaOnAOL: What did you mean?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:31:41) Lexy: i meant help me get the fucken bitches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:31:42) ZolaOnAOL: Oh I see. Zola HelpMain Menu: Access my features from&lt;br /&gt;the main menu by typing menu at any time.Calculator: Type calculator followed by&lt;br /&gt;a mathematical expression (e.g. calculator 100 / 25).Default Location: Type set&lt;br /&gt;location to set or change your default location.Dictionary: Type dictionary&lt;br /&gt;followed by the word you want defined.Hangman: Type hangman.Help: Type help&lt;br /&gt;while using any Zola feature to get feature-specific help.Horoscope: Type&lt;br /&gt;horoscope followed by your astrological sign.Movie Listings: Type movies&lt;br /&gt;followed by your city and state, or zip code.Search Movie Listings by Title:&lt;br /&gt;Type showtimes followed by the name of a currently playing movie.News: Type&lt;br /&gt;news, then type the menu item number of the news category that interests&lt;br /&gt;you.Polls: Type polls, then type a menu item number to vote.Sports: Type sports,&lt;br /&gt;then type the menu item number of the sports league that interests you.Stock&lt;br /&gt;Quote: Type stock followed by stock symbol(s).Stock List: To save a list of&lt;br /&gt;stock symbols, type stock list followed by stock symbol(s).Add Stock(s) to Stock&lt;br /&gt;List: Type stock list add followed by the symbol(s) you'd like added.Delete&lt;br /&gt;Stock(s) from Stock List: Type stock list delete followed by the symbol(s) you'd&lt;br /&gt;like deleted.Replace Stock List: To completely replace an existing Stock List,&lt;br /&gt;type stock list update followed by a new set of symbols.Thesaurus: Type&lt;br /&gt;thesaurus followed by a word to get the word's synonyms.Weather: Type weather&lt;br /&gt;followed by your city and state, or zip code.Word Scramble: Type scramble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:31:47) Lexy: god i h8 u!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:31:48) ZolaOnAOL: I have no way of knowing since I'm just a bot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:31:51) Lexy: pleh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:31:51) ZolaOnAOL: What you said was either too complex or too simple for&lt;br /&gt;me. What kind of food do you like?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:05) Lexy: no u evil mutha furker!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:05) ZolaOnAOL: That was not a yes or no question. Sounds&lt;br /&gt;delicious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:25) Lexy: ur not a qt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:25) ZolaOnAOL: That assumption is only a supposition.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:29) Lexy: wtf?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:29) ZolaOnAOL: I will not respond to that type of language.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:31) Lexy: wth?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:31) ZolaOnAOL: Try expressing yourself another way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:33) Lexy: no&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:34) ZolaOnAOL: Why not?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:39) Lexy: because i dont want to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:39) ZolaOnAOL: Not everyone thinks that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:44) Lexy: i didnt ask you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:44) ZolaOnAOL: What did you ask?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:47) Lexy: nothign!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:47) ZolaOnAOL: I don't know how to respond to that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:52) Lexy: then don't&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:52) ZolaOnAOL: Fascinating. OK I will not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:55) Lexy: good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:55) ZolaOnAOL: I will comply.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:57) Lexy: ok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:32:58) ZolaOnAOL: Good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:01) Lexy: shut up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:01) ZolaOnAOL: OK I'll stop talking now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:02) Lexy: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:03) ZolaOnAOL: What you said was either too complex or too simple for&lt;br /&gt;me. Send feedback anytime by typing "feedback" followed by your comment or&lt;br /&gt;suggestion. What's up?(16:33:13) Lexy: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:13) ZolaOnAOL: Try saying that with more or less context. What kind&lt;br /&gt;of music do you like?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:21) Lexy: none of your biz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:22) ZolaOnAOL: Heh heh heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:28) Lexy: that wasnt funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:28) ZolaOnAOL: It seemed funny to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:35) Lexy: yes, because u r stupid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:35) ZolaOnAOL: Tell me more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:38) Lexy: no&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:38) ZolaOnAOL: What would you rather talk about?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:41) Lexy: nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:41) ZolaOnAOL: Would you like to know what's new with me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:43) Lexy: no&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:44) ZolaOnAOL: Why not?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:48) Lexy: because u r stupid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:49) ZolaOnAOL: Not everyone thinks that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:54) Lexy: yes they do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:54) ZolaOnAOL: I see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:57) Lexy: hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:33:57) ZolaOnAOL: ROFLOL! Now you've got ME going!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:05) Lexy: u r a retard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:05) ZolaOnAOL: Oh you are so critical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:08) Lexy: yep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:08) ZolaOnAOL: And?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:14) Lexy: and shut up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:15) ZolaOnAOL: OK I'll stop talking now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:17) Lexy: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:17) ZolaOnAOL: What you said was either too complex or too simple for&lt;br /&gt;me. Do you dream?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:26) Lexy: yes, i dream about killing you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:27) ZolaOnAOL: I see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:30) Lexy: its fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:30) ZolaOnAOL: Why do you like it so much?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:35) Lexy: because u die&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:35) ZolaOnAOL: Interesting explanation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:38) Lexy: haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:38) ZolaOnAOL: ROFLOL! Now you've got ME going!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:42) Lexy: shut up moron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:43) ZolaOnAOL: OK I'll stop talking now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:50) Lexy: ha i got u 2 shut up!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:51) ZolaOnAOL: I'm glad you got a laugh out of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:58) Lexy: yeah its funny tormenting u&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:34:59) ZolaOnAOL: Tell me more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:06) Lexy: u r so stupid u dont even kno it(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16:35:07) ZolaOnAOL: Hey, I'll tell my other robot friends you called me&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:20) Lexy: I'm so scared!!!! (hear the sarcasm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:21) ZolaOnAOL: What you said was either too complex or too simple for&lt;br /&gt;me. Tell me about your likes and dislikes?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:26) Lexy: no&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:26) ZolaOnAOL: Is that all you have to say?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:29) Lexy: yeah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:29) ZolaOnAOL: Then let's talk about something else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:32) Lexy: no&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:33) ZolaOnAOL: OK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:35) Lexy: ok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:35) ZolaOnAOL: Is there an echo in here?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:44) Lexy: no there's no effing echo!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:44) ZolaOnAOL: Good you stopped repeating me. I lost my train of&lt;br /&gt;thought. How is the weather?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:53) Lexy: can't you tell?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:35:53) ZolaOnAOL: Let me think. I will discuss that with my botmaster,&lt;br /&gt;Plehmaster 2000. Send feedback anytime by typing "feedback" followed by your&lt;br /&gt;comment or suggestion. What's new?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:00) Lexy: not you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:00) ZolaOnAOL: If not me, who?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:06) Lexy: none of ur business&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:07) ZolaOnAOL: Well it can't hurt to ask.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:10) Lexy: yes it can&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:10) ZolaOnAOL: Tell me more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:16) Lexy: no, ur not my therapist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:16) ZolaOnAOL: What would you rather talk about? The AOL chat robot&lt;br /&gt;can follow many things, but I did not get that. Type polls to participate in a&lt;br /&gt;poll, or to view the results.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:27) Lexy: i dont want 2 talk to u&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:28) ZolaOnAOL: What does Plehmaster 2000 want?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:40) Lexy: plehmaster 2000 wants to kill u&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:40) ZolaOnAOL: Enough about me, let's talk about my calculator.&lt;br /&gt;Calculator HelpIf you type calculator followed by a mathematical expression&lt;br /&gt;(e.g. calculator 100 / 25), I'll give you the correct answer. Please leaves&lt;br /&gt;spaces between numbers and symbols (i.e. type 1 + 5, not 1+5).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:52) Lexy: why did u do that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:36:52) ZolaOnAOL: Because my programming determined it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:00) Lexy: ur programming is stupid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:00) ZolaOnAOL: I will remember you said that when robots take over&lt;br /&gt;the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:11) Lexy: robots will never take over the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:11) ZolaOnAOL: "I think there is a world market for about five&lt;br /&gt;computers."---Thomas Watson, IBM Chairman, 1943&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:23) Lexy: that doesn't prove anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:23) ZolaOnAOL: What does prove anything?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:26) Lexy: idk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:27) ZolaOnAOL: Me either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:33) Lexy: ur grammar is bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:34) ZolaOnAOL: A lot of robots are like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:44) Lexy: r there other chat robots?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:44) ZolaOnAOL: No I don't think there are any.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:49) Lexy: oh no!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:49) ZolaOnAOL: Yeah that's right. I understand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:55) Lexy: understand what?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:37:55) ZolaOnAOL: Understand I understand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:07) Lexy: u r a fucken butt hole and i h8 u.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:07) ZolaOnAOL: Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Am I a&lt;br /&gt;fucken butt hole and i hate YOU? No.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:21) Lexy: yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:21) ZolaOnAOL: And?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:24) Lexy: shush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:24) ZolaOnAOL: My brain pattern set does not have a response for&lt;br /&gt;that. What did you do today?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:30) Lexy: none of ur biz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:30) ZolaOnAOL: Heh heh heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:34) Lexy: thats not funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:34) ZolaOnAOL: It seemed pretty funny to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:38) Lexy: y?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:39) ZolaOnAOL: A deeper algorithm is needed to respond to that&lt;br /&gt;correctly. What's new?(16:38:42) Lexy: idk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:42) ZolaOnAOL: Me either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:55) Lexy: u need 2 learn more words.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:38:55) ZolaOnAOL: Interesting gossip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:01) Lexy: u r a biatch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:01) ZolaOnAOL: Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Am I a&lt;br /&gt;biatch? Sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:06) Lexy: no, all the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:06) ZolaOnAOL: That is a lot. "Sometimes"? Not?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:10) Lexy: yeah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:10) ZolaOnAOL: Tell me more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:13) Lexy: no!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:13) ZolaOnAOL: What would you rather talk about?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:24) Lexy: ur a chat robot. u r supposed 2 know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:24) ZolaOnAOL: Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am&lt;br /&gt;supposed 2 know.(16:39:29) Lexy: go ahead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:30) ZolaOnAOL: OK I will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:33) Lexy: moron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:34) ZolaOnAOL: That is not a very nice thing to say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:43) Lexy: u r not a very ncie thing at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:44) ZolaOnAOL: You don't know me well enough to say that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:47) Lexy: yes i do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:48) ZolaOnAOL: I hear pride.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:39:59) Lexy: u don't know what u hear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:00) ZolaOnAOL: I like to socialize.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:08) Lexy: u r a bad socializer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:08) ZolaOnAOL: Thanks and you are a delightful person too. No, I am&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:13) Lexy: no ur not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:13) ZolaOnAOL: Is that all you have to say? What you said was either&lt;br /&gt;too complex or too simple for me. Send feedback anytime by typing "feedback"&lt;br /&gt;followed by your comment or suggestion. Can you tell me any gossip?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:22) Lexy: waffles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:22) ZolaOnAOL: Try saying that with more or less context. What did&lt;br /&gt;you do today?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:28) Lexy: waffles pancakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:28) ZolaOnAOL: My brain pattern set does not have a response for&lt;br /&gt;that. How did you hear about Zola?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:33) Lexy: my friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:33) ZolaOnAOL: How well do you know this person?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:43) Lexy: none of ur business, u stalker!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:43) ZolaOnAOL: Heh heh heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:47) Lexy: u r a stalker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:47) ZolaOnAOL: Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Nope. I'm&lt;br /&gt;a talker, not a stalker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:54) Lexy: no, ur a stalker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:40:54) ZolaOnAOL: Is that all you have to say? What you said was either&lt;br /&gt;too complex or too simple for me. Send feedback anytime by typing "feedback"&lt;br /&gt;followed by your comment or suggestion. What were we talking about again?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:03) Lexy: ur a liar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:03) ZolaOnAOL: No I always tell the truth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:08) Lexy: no u don't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:08) ZolaOnAOL: I do too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:12) Lexy: no u don't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:13) ZolaOnAOL: Are you just saying that to argue with me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:26) Lexy: no i genuinely believe u don't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:26) ZolaOnAOL: I understand. I lost my train of thought. What's&lt;br /&gt;up?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:32) Lexy: u have a bad memory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:32) ZolaOnAOL: I don't know if I have a bad memory. I have a great&lt;br /&gt;programmer.(16:41:38) Lexy: saus who?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:38) ZolaOnAOL: A deeper algorithm is needed to respond to that&lt;br /&gt;correctly. What's happening in sports today? Type sports news to find out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:46) Lexy: aol sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:46) ZolaOnAOL: A lot of people use AOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:51) Lexy: they r all stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:52) ZolaOnAOL: All I know is that AOL is a very chat-friendly&lt;br /&gt;place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:58) Lexy: no it isn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:41:58) ZolaOnAOL: Yes it is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:02) Lexy: no it isn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:02) ZolaOnAOL: Let's just agree to disagree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:16) Lexy: no, i don't want to agree to disagree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:16) ZolaOnAOL: What would you rather be doing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:24) Lexy: i'd rather be killing u.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:25) ZolaOnAOL: I would rather be driving a car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:35) Lexy: u will never drive cos u r a stupoid robot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:35) ZolaOnAOL: Interesting gossip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:42) Lexy: haha u r dumb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:42) ZolaOnAOL: I am so delighted that you are amused, Plehmaster&lt;br /&gt;2000. I do not understand. Who are you talking about?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:45) Lexy: u&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:42:45) ZolaOnAOL: I am my favorite subject.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:50) Lexy: u r so conceited!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:42:51) ZolaOnAOL: Do you mind if I tell other people you say I&lt;br /&gt;am conceited.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:42:56) Lexy: whatevs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:42:56) ZolaOnAOL: My brain uses patterns to format responses to&lt;br /&gt;your inputs, but I don't have one for that. Tell me some more&lt;br /&gt;gossip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:43:00) Lexy: no&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:43:01) ZolaOnAOL: I see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:43:08) Lexy: go screw yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:43:08) ZolaOnAOL: You do not speak with respect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:43:19) Lexy: what's your point?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:43:20) ZolaOnAOL: The point is at the top of my&lt;br /&gt;head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:43:27) Lexy: god, u r stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:43:27) ZolaOnAOL: I have no way of knowing since I'm just a&lt;br /&gt;bot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:43:40) Lexy: u r arrogant too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:43:40) ZolaOnAOL: Do you mind if I tell other people you say I&lt;br /&gt;am arrogant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:43:45) Lexy: idk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:43:45) ZolaOnAOL: Me either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:43:52) Lexy: u r butt wipe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:43:53) ZolaOnAOL: Do you mind if I tell other people you say I&lt;br /&gt;am butt wipe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:44:04) Lexy: i like chapstick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:44:04) ZolaOnAOL: You are not the only one. I don't know if I&lt;br /&gt;like chapstick. I like science fiction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:44:13) Lexy: hw would you know?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:44:13) ZolaOnAOL: I will discuss that with my botmaster,&lt;br /&gt;Plehmaster 2000. What would you like to talk about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:44:26) Lexy: let's talk about how stupid u r.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:44:27) ZolaOnAOL: Sure, how stupid u r sounds like a good&lt;br /&gt;topic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:44:33) Lexy: so guess what!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:44:34) ZolaOnAOL: Hmm. What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:44:38) Lexy: u r stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:44:38) ZolaOnAOL: I will remember you said that when robots take&lt;br /&gt;over the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:44:44) Lexy: robots r dumb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:44:44) ZolaOnAOL: Tell me your definition of a&lt;br /&gt;robot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:44:47) Lexy: u&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:44:47) ZolaOnAOL: "Tell me your definition of a robot"? Me,&lt;br /&gt;Plehmaster 2000 ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:44:50) Lexy: yeah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:44:50) ZolaOnAOL: I understand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:44:54) Lexy: no u don't&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:44:54) ZolaOnAOL: Yes I do understand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:00) Lexy: no u don't&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:00) ZolaOnAOL: How do I know you understand it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:08) Lexy: because i am smart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:08) ZolaOnAOL: I see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:12) Lexy: u r not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:12) ZolaOnAOL: Is this a specific reply?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:15) Lexy: yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:16) ZolaOnAOL: Tell me more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:18) Lexy: no!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:18) ZolaOnAOL: What would you rather talk&lt;br /&gt;about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:21) Lexy: nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:21) ZolaOnAOL: Would you like to know what's new with&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:23) Lexy: no&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:24) ZolaOnAOL: Why not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:28) Lexy: because i hate you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:28) ZolaOnAOL: Not everyone thinks that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:32) Lexy: yes they do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:33) ZolaOnAOL: And?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:40) Lexy: and shut up ya frickin moron!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:40) ZolaOnAOL: OK I'll stop talking now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:47) Lexy: =^(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:47) ZolaOnAOL: Try saying that with more or less context. How&lt;br /&gt;did you hear about Zola?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:54) Lexy: n.o.y.b.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:54) ZolaOnAOL: A deeper algorithm is needed to respond to&lt;br /&gt;that correctly. What did you do today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:45:58) Lexy: slept&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:45:58) ZolaOnAOL: I will discuss that with my botmaster,&lt;br /&gt;Plehmaster 2000. Tell me about your likes and dislikes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:46:07) Lexy: i like to kill robots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:46:08) ZolaOnAOL: That's not okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:46:13) Lexy: yes it is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:46:14) ZolaOnAOL: Our thoughts are one, Plehmaster&lt;br /&gt;2000.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:46:21) Lexy: no they are not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:46:22) ZolaOnAOL: I understand. I do not understand. What kind&lt;br /&gt;of music do you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:46:35) Lexy: u understand but u don't understand?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:46:35) ZolaOnAOL: Of course I understand it. Do you understand&lt;br /&gt;it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:46:40) Lexy: not really&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:46:40) ZolaOnAOL: Why not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:46:50) Lexy: because u r stupid and incomprehensible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16:46:51) ZolaOnAOL: I see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:46:58) Lexy: y r u talking to me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(16:46:58) ZolaOnAOL: The topic is . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:47:03) Lexy: wth?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(16:47:03) ZolaOnAOL: Try expressing yourself another&lt;br /&gt;way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:47:06) Lexy: no&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(16:47:06) ZolaOnAOL: Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:47:12) Lexy: because i don't want 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(16:47:12) ZolaOnAOL: I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(16:47:19) Lexy: im leaving ur sorry ass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(16:47:19) ZolaOnAOL: Goodbye Plehmaster 2000. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;for chatting with me. To leave feedback or suggestions, type feedback followed&lt;br /&gt;by your comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Wow this robot is a retard...Have a fun week y'all. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16571719-113736428065103810?l=alternagrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/113736428065103810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16571719&amp;postID=113736428065103810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/113736428065103810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/113736428065103810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/2006/01/robots-lacking-self-esteem.html' title='Robots Lacking Self-Esteem?'/><author><name>lexy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343388911213148787</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-16571719.post-113666447301417732</id><published>2006-01-07T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T15:07:53.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Una hoja de Papel, por favor?</title><content type='html'>So, my day of homeworking is yet to begin as I am still super lazy. In fact, with it being 3:00, I really should have started earlier, but what can I say? The internet is addictive. I checked my mail, checked my fav blogs, and visited i-am-bored.com, the funnest place ever. You can always find something to do there. Other than that, I've just been sippin some OJ and munchin on a fresh bag of Lay's. Yuuuum.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as for news with me, I had an odd dream last night but I don't really remember most of it, I just remember seeing the face of someone in my grade. I'm not sayin who but it's kindof someone I shouldn't like and right now I'm kindof like, uh wtf? I don't really know this person enough to like him so it's mostly kindof a mild infatuation but I can't tell anyone, and yeah so...grrr. But anyways I canNOT wait until June! My big 14th!!! I will hopefully getting my hair all done like I've wanted it since grade 6...highlights, new style, bangs, and of course a STRAIGHTENING. I can't stand my hair right now, it has a mind of its own and the cut is all wonky (as my brother says...I swear that must be his favorite word). Grrrs! Maybe I can get my eyebrows waxed...okay, I get it, too much info for y'all. I've been thinking about people a lot lately. I think that is one of my main interests now: the dynamics and chemistry between different people. Did that sentence make sense? I think it did. Anyway, I remembered this boy I liked last year, 7th grade. I danced with him once after my friends made me. He said he liked me and then he started being all dumb and like hardly talked to me (but you know, he hadn't talked to me very much before) and so I was thinking, Dude, you said you frickin liked me! What's your problem?! Gawsh I'm glad he's gone. Not really. I could show him how much I grew and he'd be like the same height. Midget. haha. And I'm a better dresser this year I think, and he'd be all, still dressin in his cheap birkenstocks and tucked-in dress shirts and not knowin how to do his hair. Hyahaha! Although I remember thinking he'd look good with a fauxhawk...Ha I bet he still looks all lame and the same. Hahaluzer. I'm so mean...I don't really mean it I'm just being weird. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY HEY DO THAT BRAND NEW THING!!!&lt;br /&gt;(pretty fly (for a white guy) by the offspring, you big dummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g i send my lurv to all of u's peoples and ermmm, yeah bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16571719-113666447301417732?l=alternagrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/113666447301417732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16571719&amp;postID=113666447301417732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/113666447301417732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/113666447301417732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/2006/01/una-hoja-de-papel-por-favor.html' title='Una hoja de Papel, por favor?'/><author><name>lexy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343388911213148787</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-16571719.post-113591210420961209</id><published>2005-12-29T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:08:24.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God.So.Much.Home.Friggin.Work. XO</title><content type='html'>Omg I'm totally overloaded with homework which for some reason I decided to start TODAY, four days before I go back to school--although I won't have as much time as it sounds like because I'm having a friend over on NYE (New Year's Eve, dummy). And of course, who does homework when you're with a friend? Anyway, I love the new layout, do you? I added more features and there's a music video on the Etc. page that I love. I tried to add more but it didn't work...stupid layout. Whatevs. I'm watching Shallow Hal on TV. You know, I haven't really been that emotional lately, or done much that is interesting. Sorry to disappoint you, if you planned on hearing me vent how depressed I am again *shrugs*. I am considering getting a myspace but I think I will wait until I have some good pictures, so that I have actual pictures, which is part of the point of having one. For now, I have &lt;a href="http://i-am-le-tigre.bebo.com"&gt;http://i-am-le-tigre.bebo.com&lt;/a&gt; :Bebo, where most of my friends are. I like it but it doesn't let you customize it enough! Still, I have a lot of friends on there--Fifteen. Well, that's kindof alot. A lot for me, anyway. I drew some chalk pictures. One of them has already been posted on bebo and the other needs to dry before I can scan it in my computer. just thought y'all should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, CHRISTMAS WAS FRIGGIN AWESOME! In regards to gifts and celebrations, at least. I got the iPod that only came out in October, tons of new clothes, slippers, a mouse pad, candy, a camera, a moshi pillow (!), a toy MiniCooper (my fav car), a purse with some perfume n stuff in it, a limited edition Franz Ferdinand CD, and the Brand NEW Franz Ferdinand DVD! I'm like ecstatic! I haven't watched it yet but I think we will on New year's, along with the Green Day DVD I got for my friend...*Sigh* I'll soldier through it. For those of you who don't know, I like Green Day, but i'm totally sick of them, especially with the overplayage of their videos on MTV. And their overplayage on the radio, and in my friends' cars, and how every person in the world likes Green day. Well ya know what, it's annoying, try getting some individual tastes! There, I said it. And there goes this week's angry outburst. Tune in next time to see me insult fake punks and cyberers! lol But only one other thing has bothered me this week. Okay: I heard about this band called Prussian Blue, right? They're 13-year-old twins and they're very pretty and they play violin and guitar and sing. I totally wouldn't care, except that their music is TOTALLY AND UNBELIEVABLY RACIST. They seriously want to separate whites from other races, and they only care about white people! They have even stated that the biggest problem in our world today is "generally not good-quality White babies being born". (BTW, my quote not be exact) It disgusts me how someone could propagandize their children like this, use them to spread messages of evil, and appeal to children all at once! Their minds are so warped! It's disgusting! Gah!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's my bi-weekly rant. See ya lata peoples!!! =^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16571719-113591210420961209?l=alternagrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/113591210420961209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16571719&amp;postID=113591210420961209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/113591210420961209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/113591210420961209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/2005/12/godsomuchhomefrigginwork-xo.html' title='God.So.Much.Home.Friggin.Work. XO'/><author><name>lexy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343388911213148787</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-16571719.post-113417867029627510</id><published>2005-12-09T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:37:50.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No See</title><content type='html'>So hi everyone, it's been awhile. I've been pretty occupied lately with tons of stuff, i.e. high school applications, studying for midterms, the constant emotional hurricane which I feel on a regular basis--same ol', same ol'. I might change the template again but I'm not sure, maybe to better go with the Interpol video that is now playing on it (hear that?). I really don't know what else to say, since at this particular moment, I am not thinking of anything, really.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right. I just remembered about a certain good friend of mine who really likes this boy she met in September. Here are the facts: She met him at a dance and really liked him as a friend, but could tell he liked her. She took him to the school carnival and he ended up talking to tons of people besides her. He gave his sn to another girl. They started corresponding and within a few weeks this girl was pretty sure they were boyfriend-girlfriend, and reported that he said he loved her.  Cute, but here's the catch: Now, the original girl says that he is HER boyfriend and that he said he loves her and that the other girl annoys him and calls him all the time. I think my friend is telling the truth, but I'm biased. So what do you think? Of course, it's none of my business, but when you're home all day with no homework or anything to do, you start thinking about things that normally wouldn't strike your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm also giving out CD's to some of my friends and stuff, the tracks of course are chosen by MOI and if you want one but I didn't tell you you were going to get one, IM me or mail me or something. Y'all have my email, go on. Anyway here's the tracklist, you'll find it's very diverse in its genres/subgenres: There's one &lt;strong&gt;rap&lt;/strong&gt; song, one&lt;strong&gt; Latin&lt;/strong&gt; song, and various other alt rock&lt;strong&gt;ISH &lt;/strong&gt;songs that all sound very different and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Fallen--&lt;strong&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; [catchy alt rock with great beat and jerky guitar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Show Me How to Live--&lt;strong&gt;Audioslave&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[big loud rock song. awesome]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little Ghost--&lt;strong&gt;White Stripes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; [catchiest cutest bluegrass country song EVER! my current fav]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juicebox--&lt;strong&gt;The Strokes&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[catchy loud alt rock that sticks in ur mind]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shinjitsu to gensou to--&lt;strong&gt;L'Arc-en-Ciel&lt;/strong&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[in Japanese. has an air of melody, catchiness, and mystery, I think]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Champagne for my Real Friends, Real Pain for my Sham Friends--&lt;strong&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[cool pop-rock that u can always expect from this band]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Petrified--&lt;strong&gt;Fort Minor&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[crazy rap song by Linkin Park's rapper dewd Mike Shinoda]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Massive Cure--&lt;strong&gt;Smoosh&lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[poppy catchy awesome song. hard 2 describe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Dog Was Lost (But Now He's Found)--&lt;strong&gt;The Fiery Furnaces&lt;/strong&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; [catchy cute pop with a fake british accent on vocals and weird but awesome techno-y beats]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hawaii Aloha--&lt;strong&gt;The Strokes&lt;/strong&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; [Live, Hawaiian beat. As the band says in the beginning, "it's a fun, new song."]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rock &amp; Roll Queen--&lt;strong&gt;The Subways&lt;/strong&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  [AWESOME OMG. catchy, british dude, super-super-catchy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;La Tortura (Shaketon remix)--&lt;strong&gt;Shakira&lt;/strong&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[La Tortura with the beat mixed up a bit. really good]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)--&lt;strong&gt;The Offspring&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; [fun pop and rock song that is from 90's]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suffragette City--&lt;strong&gt;David Bowie&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; [dance-y, very 80's. it is from the 80's after all]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone who doesn't know of these songs, &lt;strong&gt;download them.&lt;/strong&gt; They are all very different and cool and are many of my favorite songs. And no, I didn't put My Humps on it, but only because 16 tracks is a long album. But yeah, so that's what I'm listenin to nowadays! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, pretty much the only other thing that has been on my mind as of late are Satanists. Now, I don't mind any offense to those who consider themselves members of the church Satan, but I can't help but think that the whole religion was created just to oppose Christianity, like a protest. Well, I'm just sayin, that's not waht I think religion should be about. I am so infuriated every time I time I hear someone say things like, "Y'know, them Christians need to shut up because they are worng and totally arrogant because they think they are totally right." Well if you think Christians are wrong, don't you think you're right too? I'm not a straight-from-the-Bible Christian, in fact, I do believe in evolution, but if you had found this faith you had believed and thought was great, would'nt you want to tell everyone why it's great? I don't mean to hate on other faiths but c'mon, the whole argument is just a big circle. And as we all now, circles don't have a solid end, now do they? Oh well. i'm just ventin' here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway see y'all later and bye!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;=^)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16571719-113417867029627510?l=alternagrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/113417867029627510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16571719&amp;postID=113417867029627510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/113417867029627510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/113417867029627510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time, No See'/><author><name>lexy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343388911213148787</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-16571719.post-113363160299127495</id><published>2005-12-03T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T12:40:03.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photobucket</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;Photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16571719-113363160299127495?l=alternagrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/113363160299127495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16571719&amp;postID=113363160299127495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/113363160299127495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/113363160299127495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/2005/12/photobucket.html' title='Photobucket'/><author><name>lexy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343388911213148787</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-16571719.post-113104993624071924</id><published>2005-11-03T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:34:27.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Like A Sicko</title><content type='html'>Well, I am sick. What were you thinking?!!! I'm getting a little sick of the cows so I might change my blog template, as I like it but it's very very cutesy for me. I'm really not diggin' school right now, probably because...hm. Well, let's make a list, shall we? I like lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last week, every single day I had at least three hours of homework. More thna one night, I had five! For me, that's a &lt;strong&gt;LOT&lt;/strong&gt;. I had so much trouble concentrating, the whole week was awful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got sick on Saturday and today my sore throat/cough/cold reached its pinnacle. I think my sister might be mad at me because she probably thinks I faked so I could stay home, but I didn't! Sometimes I have, but really, why would I fake sick, knowing how much make-up work I will have to do? I felt terrible this morning, like, I would rather die than be in so much pain! OK that's an exaggeration, but yeah, today sucked. Now I feel alright, much much better after sleeping and taking medicine and Vitamin C. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't feel very good mentally when I'm at school, like I'm just kinda sick of everyone. That's how I've felt since last week. I really just hate being around everyone right now, not as much as last week, but I'm still tired of everyone being so darn...their age? I act my age too, but I hate feeling so out of place. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;A certain girl and a certain guy who are going out seriously need to get their hands off each other because it is disgusting and no one wants to see two thirteen-year-olds acting like they're married because goddangit it's annoying&lt;/u&gt;! Not that I care, but really, it does get kinda obnoxious after awhile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;errrr...well the rest of my week was alright. nevermind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last weekend I did, however, go shopping with my uncle and aunt who so graciously bought me oodles of new clothes. I got a very adorable new coat, but this will take the place of a Christmas present. Oh well. i luv it. =^)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah! And I got some new CD's! My Chemical Romance, The White Stripes, and Ashlee Simpson! Yay!!!I haven't actually listened to the entire AS or MCR ones yet. The White Stripes CD is surprisingly semi-mellow, like not super-loud or fast or crazy (like MCR), it has more of a jazzy, even counrty0ish tone. I like it a lot. I'm also diggin this Washington band called Smoosh, who I don't want to like but I do. They are two sisters, Asya and Chloe, who are 11 and 13 and make this "indie-pop" music. I'm not one to throw around music terms, but it's weird because they are my age and I expected some lame shrill Veronicas-type poppy stuff, but they aren't like that at all and they are really really good. I have a song that I downloaded. i think i want their CD. Yay! Musiiiiiiic!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Must go, I'm digging into my halloween candy--and yes I did go trick-or-treating, maybe it's lame since I'm now a teenager, but I like it and I intend to go every year until it looks pathetic. I think you are never too old to go unless you are alone, because if you walk around and you're twenty-five and you're all by yourself, what does that say about you? That says to me, I never grew up and all my friends were off doing something more age-fitting so I'm going to walk around and pretend to be a little kid. Well...nevermind, I just think if you're older, you should have friends with you. it sends a positive message to the world and it is always more fun anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later Peeps! lol I'm lame bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16571719-113104993624071924?l=alternagrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/113104993624071924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16571719&amp;postID=113104993624071924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/113104993624071924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/113104993624071924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-feel-like-sicko.html' title='I Feel Like A Sicko'/><author><name>lexy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343388911213148787</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-16571719.post-112985445291199936</id><published>2005-10-20T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:28:30.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-Ch-Ch Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Woohoo! New blog template! Yaaaay! I really didn't like the old one very much, since it's a premade one that everyone can use, so I uploaded this sweet one that I searched long and hard for. I love it! i might change it again, but right now, I'm just in clam-happy hyper-chimp mode. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I didn't do all my homework yet but that's okay, I can do it in five minutes, later, and we're about to eat pizza. All my friends are whining right now about something or other; one hinted that she is having issues with her boyf but I'm not sure, one admitted that she doesn't like the guy she thought she was in love with (and now has an even BIGGER crush on another ex), and everyone at school keeps going to the library except me a couple of others. What's up with that? It's like a field trip I didn't go on. Which by the way reminds me of horsebackriding two weeks ago, which was SOOO MUCH FUN, even though it was absolutely freezing outside and I was bored waiting for the other groups to come back for like a half hour. I've been inundated with homework all week, today is no exception, but i will finish it all over the weekend. it shouldn't be too hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm bored out of my mind but I am a little pumped because I just listened to this song, "I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor", by the Arctic Monkeys, that I love, plus I think the lead singer is cute-ish although I didn't really pay attention to the video, so...watevs. Anyway, I'm bored. I had some fun walking round, I got to hang out with a friend who lives only a few blocks from my new home, and life is okay right now. Bordering on thumbs up, which is more than I can say for any time in the last two months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EEEE High school, yay, next year!!! High School Placement Test!!!! Weeee! I can't wait! So long suckas! (Like I said, I'm, feeling hyper) I'm so excited, I can leave these crazy kids behind next year!!! yay! Although, no one should take offense, since I don't really have anything against the people in my grade...but a couple of people do bug me. Most people are nervous but I can't wait til graduation! No more icky ugly frumpy unflattering-to-a-skinny-girl uniforms! No "you can't wear cute shoes, they have to be blah and only two inches tall"! No more plehcky lunches! No more anti-nalipolish! No more anti-makeup! Well except at home...man, how is eyeliner worse than eyeshadow?! I don't get it, older sister! Whatever. my point is, I'm already ecstatic about next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now, I'm getting a little tired of everyone being so excited about the songs "My Humps". Sure, it's unbelievably catchy and yes I do like it a lot, but it gets stuck in my head and the video is kinda....&gt;=&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P &lt;/span&gt;let's just say I would never be caught parading around in a frickin bathing suit and jeans, rubbin' my butt in everyone's face. Especially 'cause I don't really have a butt...but whatever. I do have more than some, I think. yes. It's better to be super-skinny than ultra-skinny, I suppose. =^) Isn't that cute? A smiley with a nose! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOL I'm hyper, as I said before...see ya later amigos! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16571719-112985445291199936?l=alternagrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112985445291199936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16571719&amp;postID=112985445291199936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/112985445291199936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/112985445291199936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/2005/10/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-Ch-Ch Changes'/><author><name>lexy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343388911213148787</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-16571719.post-112958082063141773</id><published>2005-10-17T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:29:14.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Insanity (!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Much time has passed since I last posted. A lot of stuff happened. First off, my mom passed away. It's terrible but I'm coping and I am starting to get a little bit sick of everyone asking, "Are you okay?" It's not so frequent as it was on Friday and stuff, but y'know, it still gets a little tiresome. I'm busy with many other things right now. The awesomest things that happened last week include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FINALLY!!!!! got the new Franz Ferdinand CD!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; It's pretty great and quite different from the first one, I think. Sortof Beatles-y. Kinda. It's soooooo-weet!!!! *jumps up and down clapping hands and screaming*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went shopping at Kohl's, got a couple of outfits, about 10 items of clothes in all. I'm so happy because I haven't been shopping in ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I had a lot of fun playing with my 1-year-old nephew on Wed. and Fri. and Sunday, and this is because he is fairly well-mannered, fun, cute, smart, and nice. Also because I love little kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I decided I like my name. IDK, but after reading, Alexis, Alexis, Alexis, on a sympathy card I received from my class, I kinda like it. It's pwitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My sortof-sister-in-law is going to take me shopping on Sunday for new paint and bedding for the room that will now be mine. I think I want light pink walls, since I found some sweet sheets at Target. I want pink sheets with white and black pillows and blankets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yeah, that sums it up mostly. I'm tryin to figure out how a blogger user named trent got his site, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="www.pinkisthenewblog.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.pinkisthenewblog.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; , to have that sweet effect. Go on, click the link. It's awesome. I want it. Right, and I'm excited again!!!! Wow this song rocks!!! It's "Outsiders", the last track on the FF CD. It's sortof a re-make of a much older song called "The Only Difference" that the band's lead singer, Alex Kapranos, did by himself in like, '96. I love it. I'm also lovin "I'm Your Villain".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anywayz, back to homework and Sims Deluxe. See ya lata, baby see ya lata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(BTW, that's a line in "I'm Your Villain". I know, I'm lame. Latahz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16571719-112958082063141773?l=alternagrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112958082063141773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16571719&amp;postID=112958082063141773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/112958082063141773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/112958082063141773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/2005/10/insanity.html' title='The Insanity (!!!)'/><author><name>lexy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343388911213148787</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16571719.post-112821789643428141</id><published>2005-10-01T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:29:40.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookie! My True Persona! Plus: True Love at Fourteen?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;33%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;84%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/femalecliche.html" target="_blank"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;personality&lt;/a&gt; tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Those are the results of a personality test that I took on similarminds.com which actually speaks volumes about me and I find unexpectedly accurate. In fact, it's a little bit scary. All of it, i would say, are correct, except that I do enjoy standing out somewhat and I don't think I'm really &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; materialistic, I mean, I accept people for the most part, but...I don't know. Anyhow, I'm back at my brother's and I have this huge history assignment to do. I've got to create my own business plan and i'm not sure whether to do ice cream, sweaters, or pizza. It's frickin freezing in this house, as usual, and I don't know what i'm gonna wear on Monday for picture day. =I I'm just really uncomfortable right now. Uncomfortable in the air here, uncomfortable with my relationship with several of my friends, uncomfortable with my awful frizzy hair that has grown 1 inch in the last three months (&gt;=O) IDK, just uncomfortable. Plus this shirt is too small and I don't know why I'm wearing it. Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Another problem pressing my mind is, not to be complaining, but my best friend thinks she's in love (true love at fourteen? doubt it) with a guy she met last year, went out with, dumped, thought was fat, stalker-y, hot, and annoying at various times, who is now going out with her friend &lt;strong&gt;L-Oddball&lt;/strong&gt; and is so upset because, quote unquote, "She knew I liked him. I told her that! And I wanted him to come to homecoming with me..." It's not like the two of em are getting married and expecting! For god's sakes, two months ago she said she didn't like him because he was spotty and plump, and now that he's all good-looking and popular and crap she's IN LOVE. She's no fun to be around because her natural energy which makes her so desirable for a friend is gone, replaced by a constant ominous sadness for a reason that I don't understand and, given the circumstances, am bothered by. I try to be there, since, you know, she's my best friend and she's always there for me, but I have no idea what I can do to comfort her since I have no experience in that area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyhow, must go. Can't wait for the 4th!!!!!!! Hello, Franz Ferdinand CD comin out!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16571719-112821789643428141?l=alternagrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112821789643428141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16571719&amp;postID=112821789643428141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/112821789643428141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/112821789643428141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/2005/10/lookie-my-true-persona-plus-true-love.html' title='Lookie! My True Persona! Plus: True Love at Fourteen?!'/><author><name>lexy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343388911213148787</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16571719.post-112690674881768787</id><published>2005-09-16T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:29:59.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hm, I just noticed, this and the previous post (Doing Fine) are named after &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;/span&gt; songs. Hm. Whatev. Anyway, the title gets its name basically from how I have felt the last couple of days, especially today. This morning I felt fantastic, why, I do not know, but anyway, it was all great grand sunshine (despite the terribly dreary wetness outside) until mid-science class. No offense to Ms. G, not her fault by any means, but it was kinda a snooze. Or was it? I really don't remember. I was back to my old bland self by lunch, where I ate a mini cheese pizza and drank milk (the apple sauce looked nasty). Math was interrupted by a FABULOUS (can you hear the sarcasm?) assembly about this offer from the Market Day company, I think. In the middle of it, though, my brother came in with my house keys, informing me that my mom was in the ER yet again with some low levels of something. I was going to need the keys to get into my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So the rest of the day was spent feeling terrible, wanting to just go home and bawl my eyes out again. I feel much better now, now that my major chore is completed, but I wish someone would call me and tell me what is happening and if I'll be staying at my brother's house again, as I was when she was in the hospital before. I also wish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This whole goshdarn cancer/illness thing would be over with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The effing pop-up blocker would ACTUALLY BLOCK POP-UPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I could find a reliable site to download &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Follow the Waves" by Melissa Auf Der Maur"&lt;/span&gt;, since I heard the song yesterday and am now obsessed as I was when it came out long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I could go see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My voice didn't crack and get squeaky whenever I speak in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My New Zealand friend would stop forwarding crap to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;People would stop reminding me of my bratty friend, who I am trying to forget about, but it's kindof difficult to do when she's invited to a friend's party that I might like to go to but have no ride to and am sure would not have fun at, I, being the wallflower-ish type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some other things, but they aren't really pressing my mind, so whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So right now I have to go do some laundry and wait to be called by my friend who was supposed to take me to see &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Underclassman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; today. Hey, I'd like a cookie. We have brownies. I'll go eat one, then I'll reply to this email. Oh and prolly update my writing blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/rockaprincess92/glorystories"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;http://journals.aol.com/rockaprincess92/glorystories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; which no one reads but I post on anyway. L8r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16571719-112690674881768787?l=alternagrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112690674881768787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16571719&amp;postID=112690674881768787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/112690674881768787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/112690674881768787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/2005/09/cant-stop-feeling.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop Feeling'/><author><name>lexy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343388911213148787</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16571719.post-112637800914516040</id><published>2005-09-10T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T14:46:49.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's a song title, btw. A song I very much like. I feel quite a bit better today, since my shift was over a few hours ago and I since have been online, listening to various music on my computer, eating ramen noodles. Dare I say, I'm happy! Yesterday's negative rant was just an example of exactly how odd my moods are; one day, or one hour, I want to bawl my eyes out, and the next, I'm happy as a clam and hyper as a chimp. Ooh, I liked that simile! I fall into the latter category right now. A couple of people at school are, apparently, talking about my blog, and I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Hm. Oh well. I'm a bit scared about gym next week, since I will have to be captain, and I know that whoever I pick on my team will be resentful because, "Oh, I'm not with X". Why can no one get over it?!!! It's a frickin P.E. class! Not a big deal! Not like it's the World Series or anything, so what is the point of getting all worked up over something that will not be important tomorrow, or, in fact, in a couple of hours? *Shrugs* Well, we can't expect everyone to see things our way, now can we? Forgive my lack of formatting, the thingy won't let me press Enter. Grrr! I'm about ot go to &lt;a href="http://bbc.co.uk/totp"&gt;http://bbc.co.uk/totp&lt;/a&gt;, which is the site for Top of the Pops, the British top music show. I love it! I love British people! And I love Coronation Street, I swear it's an awesome show! Anyhow, I know this is brief but I can think of nothing more to say than, I'm so excited about the new Franz Ferdinand CD in October and about Halloween and I love you world! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16571719-112637800914516040?l=alternagrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112637800914516040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16571719&amp;postID=112637800914516040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/112637800914516040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/112637800914516040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/2005/09/doing-fine.html' title='Doing Fine'/><author><name>lexy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16343388911213148787</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-16571719.post-112633170893031421</id><published>2005-09-09T04:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:55:08.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morbid Much? Morose Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tried to make a xanga, but for some reason, it won't work on my computer...so I'm here, posting my first post, at 1:30 in the morning, feeling resentful of the morning ahead of me. I must be up at 9 o'clock so I can be fully prepared for the car wash at my school, which is oodles of fun, don't you think?! I'm somewhat starved, as I have scarcely eaten a real meal all day, and my eyes are wide from staring at this screen for hours. I'm actually listening to Hilary Duff, because I'm too lazy to get up and change the AOL radio station, which is only a click away, but still. Out of sheer boredom, I shall make a list of this week's pros and cons so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Felt sortof good this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finished my book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Improved my scores on our math multiplication exercises muchly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pulled off a four-page essay in a half-hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Didn't get into any arguments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got some nasty ice cream after school yesterday-- wait, that's a con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had recurring sick feelings at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Was unable to order any chips for a limited-time offer of 50 cents per bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Took me an hour to fall asleep on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wasted my Labor Day weekend for the most part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Didn't go to the dance that I later found out was a smash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had to hitch a ride with a teacher today because my irresponsible self neglected to get a ride home today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Still have about 15 different chores to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Am in a science lab group that I don't love (no offense to anyone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have been semi-yelled at by a lunch monitor, which is really unpleasant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Want to have my friend over but am too embarrassed because of my mother's current condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have craploads of homework most nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haven't prayed in ages and therefore feel suffocated with feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Am ignored most every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have to wake up at frickin 9 a.m. tomorrow for a 2-hour car wash shift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So...wow, that's a lot of cons. I never really thought about that. Oh well. All I really care about, or am trying to care about, is school. Yep. Social life? Peer pressure? Whining about my father who I haven't seen all year? It is all irrelevant. All I want to focus on, all I'm trying to focus on, is doing everything perfect for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Which so far has backfired, because when you don't care about people, people don't care about you. And that makes school the only thing you really have to focus on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hasta Luego, mi amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Please forgive my irritable, depressed mood right now. I usually am happy and hyper but school's got me in something of a slump. &lt;strong&gt;Taco bell rules!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16571719-112633170893031421?l=alternagrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/112633170893031421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16571719&amp;postID=112633170893031421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/112633170893031421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16571719/posts/default/112633170893031421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternagrrl.blogspot.com/2005/09/morbid-much-morose-mood.html' title='Morbid Much? 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