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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>533</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-5847042658075453553</id><published>2010-05-16T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:04:37.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miley Cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome music video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cant be tamed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OH EVERYBODEH LOVES SOAP-BOY'/><title type='text'>Cant be TAMED? O___O DAMN MILEY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sjSG6z_13-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sjSG6z_13-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've all seen this video right? Am I the only one who actually LOVES how edgy it is!? I mean come on! The music video is AWWWESOME, She totally should make more songs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reader: What? Shes a whore! Do you see the way shes dancing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I honestly dont think the dancing- Or the outfit was all that bad, It was nothing compared to the booty-shaking, Half naked, grinding on some man, mess we see today. And come on, shes 17 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reader: EWW! MILEY CYRUS? YOU LIKE HER? SHES A NO TALENT WHORE LIKE JUSTIN BIEBER!&lt;br /&gt;Me: o___o -IP bans- Sorry, I really dislike people like you ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just liked that video so much that I had to blog about it. O____O -LEAVES-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-5847042658075453553?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/5847042658075453553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-be-tamed-oo-damn-miley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5847042658075453553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5847042658075453553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-be-tamed-oo-damn-miley.html' title='Cant be TAMED? O___O DAMN MILEY.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-5047179237154097840</id><published>2010-05-15T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:23:45.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership training and Light Skinned dudes!?</title><content type='html'>e______e So I went to leadership training classes today, No "Daniel" wasnt there.... I feel like such a whore, I have interest in ANOTHER guy at the church- Well...at this this one is nice, That ACTUALLY talks to me. -Sigh-.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to get a boyfriend or anything, BUT WHY MUST IT BE SO FREAKIN HARD TO FIND ONE NICE FREAKIN GUY!!!!! ONE!!!!! ._. iight, I'm gonna rant now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. THERES THESE CHICKS I KNOW, all going crazy over this guy. Why? Hes light-skinned, has a deep voice, and apparently, a 6-pack. (I'm sorry...But what 14 year olds do YOU know have 6-packs? ._.) I DONT GET WHY SO MANY BLACK GIRLS GO MAD OVER LIGHT-SKINNED DUDES!&lt;br /&gt;(BACK THE FUCK UP:&amp;nbsp; I said "SO MANY" not "ALL" Some of my readers like to start shit ._.)&lt;br /&gt;I mean, COME ON, THOSE....Sexy, hot, Dark chocolate, -Bites lip- oh so s-..... -Fixes hair-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN. (LOL Dont ask! Dont Ask!) I mean really, I dont get it ._. -Sigh- Ah well...I have nothing else to talk about. I think I'm going to stop posting video of the day..it really lags my blog ._.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I found this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://playingthedozens.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/ghetto_prom5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://playingthedozens.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/ghetto_prom5.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THAT is a hot ghetto mess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-5047179237154097840?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/5047179237154097840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/leadership-training-and-light-skinned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5047179237154097840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5047179237154097840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/leadership-training-and-light-skinned.html' title='Leadership training and Light Skinned dudes!?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-7484194193290350948</id><published>2010-05-14T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:13:19.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast feeding at 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americans overuse the word Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Talent Show~</title><content type='html'>iight, So the Talent Show was AWESOME! &amp;lt;3 Dude, I was so freakin nervous when I went on stage, My dad...or...any of the friends I invited...werent there but, It was still awesome. LOL no one in the audience has even heard a song in Korean! ( -SPECIAL- ) I have leadership training classes tommorrow...I really want to go.... But.. -Sigh- Apparently my mom is "tired" (Her? tired!? I'm the one thats been practicing all week! MY THROAT STILL HURTS! T.T) ANYWAY, THERE WERE LIKE. The step team, they were. AWWWESOME. AND THESE DUDES, STARTED MIME..DANCING whatever its called. it was ALSO AWEEEESOME. And. And...And...And. At the end the DJ started playing music and everyone DAAANCED. for 15 minutes straight...DUDE I WAS SO TIRED AFTERWARDS. ._. Haha. I really wish my dad could have been there......-Sigh-...But...oh well... -Sniffle- ._. Video of the day, I just sent myself into temporary depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxv6R9fUO74&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxv6R9fUO74&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ewww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-7484194193290350948?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/7484194193290350948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/talent-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7484194193290350948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7484194193290350948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/talent-show.html' title='Talent Show~'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-7968461648639960966</id><published>2010-05-12T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:14.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AND...big booty bitches ._.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blow-jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arguements'/><title type='text'>I felt like blogging....so...</title><content type='html'>Another arguement with the rents' I need to realize, having an arguement with my mom is IMPOSSIBLE, Because if you dont stay quiet and listen to her endless rambling your "Making her seem like the bad guy" and your "Manipulating" her. She cant understand that I want her to listen to me, Shes like that with my dad also ._.&lt;br /&gt;And she wonders why he stays silent when shes yelling, Because she freakin multitasks and argues. Like this morning, I was going to New Birth christian academy to take a placement test. Shes yelling at dad. and getting dressed, making breakfast and telling me what to do at the same time. She just pops up to Dad whenever she finds something new to say&lt;br /&gt;MOM: AND BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;-5 minutes later-&lt;br /&gt;Dad: -Laughing at TV-&lt;br /&gt;Mom: BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-3 minutes later-&lt;br /&gt;Mom: BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-10 minutes later-&lt;br /&gt;Mom: BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-20 minutes later-&lt;br /&gt;Mom: BLAH BLAH BLAH CRY CRY BLAH BLAH&lt;br /&gt;Me:... What are they arguing about again?&lt;br /&gt;EJ: I forgot an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Ehhh.... Whatever, Video of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QiXFEl05JQU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QiXFEl05JQU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props to the chick that gave this guy such amazing head that he felt the need to write a song about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-7968461648639960966?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/7968461648639960966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-felt-like-bloggingso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7968461648639960966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7968461648639960966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-felt-like-bloggingso.html' title='I felt like blogging....so...'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-4124032630675901394</id><published>2010-05-11T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:14.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHH, I'M ABOUT TO SMACK A BITCH.....</title><content type='html'>Mikayla...that stupid skank. I'm gonna tell you this from the beginning. This bitch I know named Mikayla right? She hates me because her boyfriend used to have a crush on me in 5TH GRADE ._. So somehow this chick found my blog, YEP. THIS BLOG!! http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com!!! ._. I was over at Tasha's house with you know Bree/Kev/Alex all of them. Mikayla apparently found my blog. print out a page. called everyones attention and started reading it. You know my "&lt;a href="http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupid-dream.html"&gt;Stupid Dream....&lt;/a&gt;" Post? She started reading it. When she finished the first paragraph, she said "SEE. SHES SUCH A LOSER THAT SHE CANT EVEN GET GUYS IN HER OWN DREAM! LOOK AT HER BLOG, SHE HAS MORE OF THIS!" Me and Tasha look at eachother like "...What..? Is she serious" Dude. If I was embarrassed or ashamed of this blog. I'd have it on private. Oh! And then she started talking about "Aaron" and said "She even lies on this thing! She doesnt even know a guy named Aaron! LOOOOOSERRRRR!" Apparently, she skipped the post where I explained that my crushes name isnt really Aaron. I'm super paranoid of him finding this blog so I disguised his name. Dude. It was retarded. I dont have the slighest idea what this chick's problem is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the fuck. She kept using the word "Loser" I KNOW I'M A LOSER, WHY DO YOU THINK ITS IN MY URL AND MY TITLE!? ._.&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-...Got me all worked up before Talent Show Rehearsals...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-4124032630675901394?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/4124032630675901394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohh-i-about-to-smack-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4124032630675901394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4124032630675901394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohh-i-about-to-smack-bitch.html' title='OHH, I&amp;#39;M ABOUT TO SMACK A BITCH.....'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-1441373702528701460</id><published>2010-05-11T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:14.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed. Yay ._.</title><content type='html'>Okay, So I had Talent Show rehearsals today- And ALL this week. Haha. Who cares, I love it owo; My dad says he might not be able to come to the actual Talent Show on Friday though...because hes working. I might not even participate if hes not there....I'm going to ask for some friends to come though. -Sigh- I hope he can come...... Anyway, Why am I up at 5:50am? Idk, Cant sleep. Kind of depressed. Not sure why.... I have a doctors appointment later today, Eh, just have to get the second-half of some shot for Cervical Cancer. I'm not even sexually active, I'm not sure WHY I need it but.... My doctor said the shot lasts about 5 years, Crap. I might as well wait till then, since I'll probably BE sexually active around that time - -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-....I dont feel like doing this right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-1441373702528701460?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/1441373702528701460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/depressed-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1441373702528701460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1441373702528701460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/depressed-yay.html' title='Depressed. Yay ._.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-6933152456824167189</id><published>2010-05-10T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:14.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Dream....</title><content type='html'>......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had this awesome dream right?..I'll tell it to you...&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging out with that guy, Remember, from CRCT that I REALLY liked? Yep. Him, It was awesome. (Remember, I'm telling you exactly what happened, since its a dream some parts will not make any sense. At all)&lt;br /&gt;So there we were in the park, with a bunch of friends. I sat down on the park bench, I thought I was setting next to someone else, not Lets refer to my crush as .Ken, I forgot the other nickname I gave him...&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I was sitting next to him, Everyone else tried fitting on the bench which actually just pushed me and him closer and closer to eachother, he turns to me, Laughs and smiles. I do the same. We go off walking and talking in the park. Then he kisses me. I just smile. then BAM! its time to leave, He asks for my phone number, I dont know it, (Another thing that made my dream seem real: I do not know my actual phone number in real life......) I ask my mom, Ken says he would like to hang out with me more sometimes. I said sure and gave him my number, for some reason, I cant freakin write. I spent 5 minutes trying to write the number and I can only write scribbles, Ken's dad starts honking the car horn like mad. Ken is all "I memorized the number your mom kept repeating, I'll call you later" and he hugged me. I waved as I got in the car and my mom drove off.&lt;br /&gt;We get home.&amp;nbsp; We get out the car, my mom says "Krista, let me see that number." I hand her the paper. I start freaking out saying "MOM. PPLEEEEEASE SAY YOU GAVE THE CORRECT NUMBER!" She says she didnt. I start crying...then my mom is all "Just add him on facebook hunny" And I'm like "SERIOUSLY? I DONT EVEN KNOW HIS LAST NAME, MOM, DO YOU HAVE ANY CLUE HOW MANY KEN'S ARE ON FACEBOOK!?" I ran into the house, crying. And then I woke up because my dad started moving things in the garage into the house. I woke up crying .___. What actually happened irl with "Ken" It was the last day of CRCT, I still havent really talked to him, He got up, left, and I'll probably never see him again... I think I started crying mostly because.. I cant find one good guy who actually likes me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6933152456824167189?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6933152456824167189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupid-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6933152456824167189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6933152456824167189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupid-dream.html' title='Stupid Dream....'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-912731145190428931</id><published>2010-05-09T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:14.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masturbation? Not in this bitches house. Pfft, Get your fucking penis removed by Jesus Christ.</title><content type='html'>http://www.parentsconnect.com/spills/in_praise_of_self_control.jhtml?ccc=10492&amp;amp;psc=1100392&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I was just surfing the Web, like I always do, and found this article. First, I have to say: WHAT THE HELL!? Masturbation is a SIN? What kind of religion is this woman preaching? Jesus christ.&lt;br /&gt;How is this woman 100% sure that her boys dont masturbate? Does she follow them around all day? Or did she put a chasity belt on them? I'm sorry.....but shes actually expecting her boys, in TODAY'S society, Not to masturbate AT ALL and wait to have sex till marriage? JESUS CHRIST, I FEEL SORRY FOR THE WOMAN HES GONNA LOSE HIS V-CARD TOO, BECAUSE HES GOING TO FUCKING WRECK THAT CHICK. HER FREAKIN WALKIN CROOKED FOR THE NEXT WEEK. (Dont ask why I added that part ._.) Anyway, This woman is crazy..&amp;nbsp; Its okay for her wanting her kids to wait untill marriage for sex, Alot of parents do, thats nothing new, BUT WTF.... -Sigh- Lets look at the comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" class="allUsersComments row11" valign="top" width="120"&gt;&lt;div class="avatarBorder60"&gt;&lt;div class="avatarFrame60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/me/index.jhtml?username=WestRaver" rel="nofollow"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="username-housing"&gt;  &lt;a class="username" href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/me/index.jhtml?username=WestRaver" rel="nofollow"&gt; WestRaver &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="avatar-actions clearfix"&gt;  &lt;!-- &lt;valueof param="entityURI"/&gt; --&gt;  &lt;a class="note" href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/me/signin.jhtml" onclick="avatarActionRequest('','',this,true);return false;" title="Send a note"&gt;Send a Note&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a class="gift" href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/me/signin.jhtml" onclick="avatarActionRequest('','',this,true);return false;" title="Send a gift"&gt;Send a Gift&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="board" href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/me/signin.jhtml" onclick="avatarActionRequest('','',this,true);return false;" title="Write on Board"&gt;Write on Board&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="friend" href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/me/signin.jhtml" onclick="avatarActionRequest('','',this,true);return false;" title="Add as friend"&gt;Add as friend&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt; 3/4/2008 - 7:35PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;a class="reportAbuse" href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/spills/in_praise_of_self_control.jhtml?ccc=10492&amp;amp;psc=1100392#%21" onclick="reportAbuse(event,'user_comment','','','','91066','WestRaver----%3E+It%27s+a+little+old%2C+but+hey...%0D%0AMasturbation+is+fine+I+know+my+does+it%2C+I+rather+him+pet+the+one+eyed+snake+then+sleep+with+one+of+the+little+whores+running+around+his+school+I+just+say+when+I%27m+not+home+or+when+I+sleep+and+he+can+go+crazy%2C+but+if+your+for+it+set+rules+I+did+I+don%27t+think+he+would+ever+break+them.+But+I+just+want+him+to+be+happy+and+masturbation+is+a+form+of+pleasure+for+boys+and+girls.+Sex+should+wait+until+18+or+marriage%2C+but+let+them+have+freedom+in+what+they+do+in+their+room+or+shower.+It+ever+helps+figure+out+if+they+gay+or+not+in+the+long+run.%0D%0APLEASE+I+LAUGHING+AT+THIS%21%21%0D%0AI+underastand+if+your+protective....');return false;"&gt;report  abuse &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="allUsersComments userComments row11" valign="top"&gt;  It's a little old, but hey... Masturbation is fine I know my does it, I rather him pet the one eyed  snake then sleep with one of the little whores running around his school  I just say when I'm not home or when I sleep and he can go crazy, but  if your for it set rules I did I don't think he would ever break them.  But I just want him to be happy and masturbation is a form of pleasure  for boys and girls. Sex should wait until 18 or marriage, but let them  have freedom in what they do in their room or shower. It ever helps  figure out if they gay or not in the long run. PLEASE I LAUGHING AT THIS!! I underastand if your protective....  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;AGREED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" class="allUsersComments row7" valign="top" width="120"&gt;&lt;div class="avatarBorder60"&gt;&lt;div class="avatarFrame60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/me/index.jhtml?username=brianheywood" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img align="center" alt="brianheywood" border="0" height="60" src="http://filesll.fluxstatic.com/0000000000000000000100000000/TNV/Jpg/B-2418/AR90x90,Crop" title="brianheywood" width="60" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="username-housing"&gt;  &lt;a class="username" href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/me/index.jhtml?username=brianheywood" rel="nofollow"&gt; brianheywood &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="avatar-actions clearfix"&gt;  &lt;!-- &lt;valueof param="entityURI"/&gt; --&gt;  &lt;a class="note" href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/me/signin.jhtml" onclick="avatarActionRequest('','',this,true);return false;" title="Send a note"&gt;Send a Note&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a class="gift" href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/me/signin.jhtml" onclick="avatarActionRequest('','',this,true);return false;" title="Send a gift"&gt;Send a Gift&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="board" href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/me/signin.jhtml" onclick="avatarActionRequest('','',this,true);return false;" title="Write on Board"&gt;Write on Board&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="friend" href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/me/signin.jhtml" onclick="avatarActionRequest('','',this,true);return false;" title="Add as friend"&gt;Add as friend&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt; 9/12/2008 - 3:29AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;a class="reportAbuse" href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/spills/in_praise_of_self_control.jhtml?ccc=10492&amp;amp;psc=1100392#%21" onclick="reportAbuse(event,'user_comment','','','','118438','brianheywood----%3E+agree+100%25.++we+have+never+allowed+masturbation+in+our+home+%28by+our+kids+OR+us%29+and+we+know+our+kids+aren%27t+doing+it+because+our+religion+requires+us+as+parents+to+keep+a+close+watch+on+this%2C+as+well+as+to+not+ever+do+it+ourselves.');return false;"&gt;report  abuse &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="allUsersComments userComments row7" valign="top"&gt;  agree 100%. we have never allowed masturbation in our home (by our kids  OR us) and we know our kids aren't doing it because our religion  requires us as parents to keep a close watch on this, as well as to not  ever do it ourselves.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;o___o Keep a close watch?&lt;br /&gt;Billy: -Goes into bathroom-&lt;br /&gt;Mom: BILLLY!!!!! BILLLYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Yeah Mom?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Using the bathroom mom...thats why I'm in here.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: YOU BETTER NOT BE TOUCHIN YOUR PEEPEE!&lt;br /&gt;Billy: MOM, I'M 17 FREAKIN YEARS OLD. WHAT THE HECK IS A FREAKIN PEEPEE!?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: GOD WILL REMOVE IT IF YOU TOUCH IT!!! AND YOU'LL BE DISOBEYING ME AND GOD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Billy: JESUS CHRIST CAN I TAKE A CRAP IN PEACE!?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: OKAY!!! But I'll be standing out here.&lt;br /&gt;Billy: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired..before I end this post. I have to say&lt;br /&gt;http://www.parentsconnect.com/articles/dealing_w_preteen_dating.jhtml?ccc=10492&amp;amp;psc=1100392&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS CHRIST I WISH MY PARENTS WERE LIKE THIS WHEN I WAS 10 AND LIKED THAT CUTE BOY NEXT DOOR. What did they do? They banned me from going outside when he was outside, yelled at me when I talked to him and then told me I'm not to date untill I'm 18. I didnt want to date! I just wanted to talk to the boy! .___. Video of the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/08S4poMGvwA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/08S4poMGvwA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-912731145190428931?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/912731145190428931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/masturbation-not-in-this-bitches-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/912731145190428931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/912731145190428931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/masturbation-not-in-this-bitches-house.html' title='Masturbation? Not in this bitches house. Pfft, Get your fucking penis removed by Jesus Christ.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-8712802632265472065</id><published>2010-05-07T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent show rehearsals, "Aaron" and more Rants!</title><content type='html'>So Talent Show Rehearsals were today, Haha the first one. :) It was  fun :D For the Talent Show I'm singing "Romantic Cat" by Cherry Filter.  Its pretty funny, most the people there have never even heard a Korean  song :D (YEEEEEAH. It isnt in Engilsh) I might have posted about this  before..OH WELL I FORGOT Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I've been  thinking about "Aaron" lately, I'm at the point where I would love being  with him again, but I'm totally cool with the fact that hes over me- Or  isnt...or is. DAMN! I JUST REMEMBERED I NEVER FOUND OUT IF HE WAS OVER  ME OR NOT! Since we havent talked in like... 2 weeks due to a matter I  cannot discuss on this blog. (HAHAHA. :D) I should worry more on  finishing up the school year.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go to California  this summer to visit, I havent seen Chantella in 5 years (Chantella =  Friend since Kindergarden) You know what. I feel like ranting. I'm  ranting about those nappy headed, bragging about their Swag, skinny jean  wearin, ghetto talkin, converse worshippin chicks that always talk  about how unique they are.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they act just like all the  other girls and have the NERVE to brag about their originality. I  believe if your truly unique, you dont have to prove it, People already  know it. .___. Off Topic from short rant-&lt;br /&gt;So today my parents went  over to the water company to get it shut on where I moved too, theres  these signs in Engilsh and in Spanish. I tried pronouncing the Spanish  words, I couldnt believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN PRONOUNCE KOREAN, JAPANESE,  SWEDISH, GERMAN WORDS CORRECTLY JUST BY HEARING THEM ONCE! But the language  thats more USEFUL to learn where I live, I CANT PRONOUCE IT!!! I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO STUDY SOME SPANISH FOR 3 MONTHS! I tried having a conversation with my friend in spainsh, she knows it also. Shes like "What the hell did you just say? I thought we were speaking in Spanish not..some freaking chinese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.____. RAAAAAWRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met one of those Scene/Emo Girls/Boys who get really pissed off when a Asian/African-American/Hispanic does something better than them? .___. Yeah I dont like them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO OF THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_U8JG1W6zw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_U8JG1W6zw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-8712802632265472065?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/8712802632265472065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/talent-show-rehearsals-and-more-rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8712802632265472065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8712802632265472065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/talent-show-rehearsals-and-more-rants.html' title='Talent show rehearsals, &amp;quot;Aaron&amp;quot; and more Rants!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-6432092648988243050</id><published>2010-05-06T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Romeo still makes Music? + Rant</title><content type='html'>DUDE. I DIDNT KNOW LIL ROMEO STILL MAKES MUSIC O____O; So anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright, I didnt go to Talent Show rehearsals. AGAIN, I'm not surprised if I got kicked out. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much to talk about today. No wait. -Finds random Youtube video- I'm going to random about many different things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When we could be having a conversation, and you suddenly start slamming Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I dont fucking care if you think Justin Bieber doesnt have a Penis, Is actually a girl and cannot sing.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT FREAKIN CARE, All your doing is showing off how much of an asshole you can be. I mean I dislike Scremo music and Angelina Jolie, But I'm not talking about how much the 2 suck whenever I'm speaking with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People who demand a serious political discussion about Democrats, And then use the term "Barack Hussien Obama"-&lt;br /&gt;Debate over, your a jackass. I would actually take your arguement seriously, we all have our different views, But comparing our President to a terrorist does nothing but show how small minded you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People ppl who talqq liik3 diizz onliin3.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT FREAKING UNDERSTAND YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People who encounter a very smart person, feel intimidated by them, So they use the ol' "You need to get laid" insult.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 13. I CANT FUCKING GET LAID!!!!! Even if I did begin fucking anything with a penis, That does not make YOUR intelligence increase, Maybe if you did something as simple as pick up a magazine, a newspaper. or even a FREAKING BOOK, YOU'D LEARN SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People who have been wronged by a member of a different race, and continually blames the entire race for what that one person did to them&lt;br /&gt;I think people like this piss me off the most, "OHHH! A BLACK GUY JUMPED ME! THIS PROVES THAT ALL BLACK PEOPLE ARE HORRIBLE AND EVEN THOUGH I HAVE SOME INCREDIBLE BLACK PEOPLE AS FRIENDS THEY ARE NOW HORRIBLE BECAUSE OF WHAT ANOTHER BLACK PERSON DID TOO ME". "A HISPANIC DUDE STOLE MY CAR!!! THIS MEANS THEY ARE ALL VERY HORRIBLE AND I MUST REFER TO THEM AS RACIAL SLURS IN PRIVATE, EVEN THOUGH I HAVE INCREDIBLE HISPANIC FRIENDS, BECAUSE ONE HISPANIC PERSON DID SOMETHING WRONG TO ME, THIS MEANS THE WHOLE RACE IS LIKE THIS., "A JEWISH GIRL HURT MY FRIEND, THIS MEANS ALL OF THEM ARE HORRIBLE AND I MUST ALWAYS MAKE HITLER JOKES AROUND THEM, EVEN THOUGH I HAVE INCREDIBLE JEWISH FRIENDS, ONE JEWISH PERSON WRONGED SOMEONE ELSE, SO IT ONLY MEANS THAT THEY ARE ALL HORRIBLE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ends my rant for today, Video of the day time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7_F_AqeRqo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7_F_AqeRqo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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;br /&gt;LOL WTF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6432092648988243050?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6432092648988243050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/lil-romeo-still-makes-music-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6432092648988243050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6432092648988243050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/lil-romeo-still-makes-music-rant.html' title='Lil Romeo still makes Music? + Rant'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-6951974149686733873</id><published>2010-05-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT! RANT! RAAAAANT!</title><content type='html'>http://www.beinggirl.co.uk/advice/sexlove.php?id=27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.____.;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who HATES when people play Hard-To-Get? Its not fun ITS NERVEWRECKING! ._.;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN WTF! THIS GUIDE CONFUSES ME! JESUS CHRIST! IF I WAS A GUY AND SOME CHICK DID THAT TO ME, I'D THINK "Shes too busy for me..." AND GIVE UP!!!!!!!!! RAAAHWHAHANAAALADYAGAGAREIAAAAAHHHH!!!! -Falls over-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e____e Anyway! I AM HUNGRY AS A MOFO MAN! - -" Theres no good food in this house! DAMN THE RECESSION!!!!!!!!! AND!...carrots. Yes Carrots. I HATE THOSE THINGS! BRING ON THE BEETS! ._. I'm not even sure what I'm talking about anymore. SO ANYWAY,. THE INTERNET HAS BEEN BORING ME LATELY. I MEAN WHENEVER I GO ONLINE ITS THE SAME ROUTINE.&lt;br /&gt;1. Open Browser, Check the Top news on Yahoo since its my homepage.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to Facebook, Open Youtube in another Tab&lt;br /&gt;3. Check for new Comments &amp;amp; Personal Messages on Youtube&lt;br /&gt;4. Go on Quibblo, Take/create quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go on gURL.com and look at new topics.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go on Redbana Forums, Open ProjectPlaylist in another Tab.&lt;br /&gt;7. Go on Blogger and check my daily reads.&lt;br /&gt;8. Go on Rave Online, Log off if no one good is online&lt;br /&gt;9. Go on Mabinogi, Log off if no one good is online&lt;br /&gt;10. Play random flash games.&lt;br /&gt;11. Go on Facebook again&lt;br /&gt;12. Go on Webs, update website&lt;br /&gt;13. Go on Youtube and watch videos from people I subbed&lt;br /&gt;14. Go on 4Chan&lt;br /&gt;15. Come to Blogger, Rant about something&lt;br /&gt;16. Go on NataleeDee and Explosm for comics.&lt;br /&gt;17. Go on FML.&lt;br /&gt;18. Go on Cosmopolitan&lt;br /&gt;19. Repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course....that seems like...Alot but. I'M BORED OF IT!!!! RAAAAWR!!! Allright, Video of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dU4lYcN6zEY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dU4lYcN6zEY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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;br /&gt;LMAO! Rush Hour &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6951974149686733873?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6951974149686733873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/rant-rant-raaaaant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6951974149686733873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6951974149686733873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/rant-rant-raaaaant.html' title='RANT! RANT! RAAAAANT!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-849126343962144875</id><published>2010-05-02T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night...</title><content type='html'>My parents, Had the worst arguement ever at 1am. I really wish my mom didnt yell so loud.. I started feeling bad because the door was closed and I could hear her loud and clear, EJ started crying, Shit, I felt like crying myself. Rather odd... EJ started crying about how he wanted to go home, Both of us arent used to the new house yet. I asked him if he wanted to come downstairs, Where we couldnt hear yelling to watch TV. We watched Big Time Rush. He agreed, stopped crying and went to sleep. Haha, it was funny, It was the sweetest moment I've ever had with my brother, Hes 11. You might be wondering "Hes 11? Why the heck is he crying"&lt;br /&gt;Well...lets just say...Toughness isnt really taught in our Family. Alot of males learn it from just living life, My brother has been homeschooled his entire life...and is..kind of a loner. He prefers staying inside actually. So... And since our Dad has been working 2 jobs and has been gone most of the time for the past 5 years. He didnt really learn it. I started toughing up when I was...8, When life started kicking my ass - -" Yeah, Hes only 11. He'll probably Man-up later in life. And maybe he'll start "protecting me" like my mom says he should.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.. I dont think this will ever happened, I dislike it when people feel the need to "Protect me" whenever I enter conflict, I'm greatful for the fact that someone would love to do that for me, But Unless I'm lying on the ground with my gun to my head. Stay out of it &amp;gt;__&amp;gt;;;; Why am I ranting about this? I dont know, I've been running out of things lately... Also... I've been checking out Hairstyles (HAIRSTYLES? WOW WTF KRISTA WHAT HAPPENED TO THE NATURAL COMEDY THAT THIS BLOG ENDLESSLY OOZED?) I'VE BEEN OUT OF IDEA'S OKAY!? ._. Anyway Video of the Day. (Warning: Yaoi Alert O_O!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qzG3LnYLpYk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qzG3LnYLpYk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;br /&gt;LOL I posted mostly for the song, (Date Rape By Subline)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-849126343962144875?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/849126343962144875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/849126343962144875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/849126343962144875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-night.html' title='Last Night...'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-6186623597944394215</id><published>2010-04-29T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant...Rant...Raaaannttt...</title><content type='html'>Sorry- Havent been blogging this week. Busy with CRCT testing. I'll rant about it tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh- All right...I was thinking about "Aaron" right? Yep. After.. 7 months I still think about him. And I've realized....I havent really been interested in any guys lately- Mostly because of him. Its rather sad that even when you give your all into someone and try showing them you'll always be there- They dont believe you after all the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly, I believe "Aaron" has other problems in his life that I'm not aware of.. o____o&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe...somethings just arent ment to be. Also this week has been a decrease in my self esstem. I met this guy- Lets call him Ray. I met him at CRCT. I really like him- His smile is freakin incredible might I add. But he doesnt feel the same. Actually when I talk to him he always ends the conversation right in the middle of me talking... I met this other guy- Hes a total asshole. Lets call him..."Ron" He started flirting with me, sending me notes, Because he apparently "Thinks I'm really cute and wants to get to know me", I totally had my guard up- Incase hes like that Jerk me and my friend India met last year. Lets see...Then he called my other friend Cute. She just ignored him though. And now today hes "trying to get to know" this other chick. And has the nerve to expect me to be cool with it - -" How he acted didnt make me sad- Way worse things have happened to me. I'm sad because assholes like him are the only guys that have liked me...lately. All the amazing guys I know are taken by Bitchy, Whiny, and demanding girls who only talk about Rap, Cute guys, Skinny jeans and how many hotties court them - -" I mean come on.... -Sigh- Exactly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this ends today's rant. No video of the day today. Sorry ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6186623597944394215?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6186623597944394215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/rantrantraaaannttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6186623597944394215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6186623597944394215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/rantrantraaaannttt.html' title='Rant...Rant...Raaaannttt...'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-4124356241303328028</id><published>2010-04-21T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANANANANANANAHHHHH. -Gutiar Solo-</title><content type='html'>Wow, I need a freaking job - -" Anyway. Choir Practice was okay. "Daniel" wasnt there sadly... I havent talked to "Aaron" in a few days, I hope hes all right o_____o; Anyway. I found this awesome song by Super Junior called "Twins" Yeah. Youtube that thing...later. I'm really tired and my throat hurts, So this might not be a long entry. -Sigh- I need to write Logic Part 6...or...part 7. I forgot, Alot of people are demanding it, but I've just been so busy lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. I was talking to Brandon today, Just a very normal convo right? His Boyfriend walks up, I'm like "Hi!" He ignores me .__. and starts making out with Brandon, I MEAN...Brandon was already sitting next to me, So His boyfriend was like IN MY FREAKING LAP. Brandon is all "Hello to you to...What was that for?" His boyfriend is all "I missed you!" I find it funny, Whenever I see them together I think of Yaoi. hahahahahaa. Anyway. I dont think his boyfriend...likes me. I MEAN, IF HE THINKS I'M GONNA TRY TO TAKE BRANDON FROM HIM, Hes worrying over nothing, Brandon is a nice dude and all, but were totally not like that. e_____e I cant wait untill CRCT is over, Actually I'm ready for the school year to be over! I NEEEEED summer vacation man! I've been working my butt off all freaking year! I NEED A BREEEEEAK! I hate talking about things like this...but I decided I wanted a new hairstyle. So.. I searched Scene Hairstyles in Google, I'm not hardly Scene, I just dig the hairstyles. I couldnt find something that is possible for any black girl- Anywhere. To pull off. .____. -Sigh- I guess I'll just keep my long bangs. Whats next..-Thinks- Oh. VIDEO OF THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dgaYvvpXUvI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dgaYvvpXUvI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-4124356241303328028?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/4124356241303328028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/dananananananahhhhh-gutiar-solo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4124356241303328028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4124356241303328028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/dananananananahhhhh-gutiar-solo.html' title='DANANANANANANAHHHHH. -Gutiar Solo-'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-5185691151264466092</id><published>2010-04-21T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-day ranting...</title><content type='html'>I probably cant go to Choir rehearsal tonight. Why? Instead of helping me with my schoolwork she'd rather yell at dad for things that are just... .___. Like yesterday at bible study. My dad didnt hold my moms hand the ENTIRE time they we're there. So that ment "He didnt want to me with her". Now she goes into the bedroom where my dad is every 15 minutes crying and yelling at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom totally doesnt deserve my dad. e_____e; Anyway. I'm gonna try...making a website again. Even though I prefer blogs... With the Music Players, And Tagboards and blah blah. But ehhh...."Daniel" might be at rehearsal tonight! So I HAAAAAVE to go! I'm serious, I really like him .___. It would be pretty cool to have a Real Life Boyfriend for a change. Since, I mostly date online. Because alot of the guys I know irl are....are...well. Douchebags. e_____e; Some of them are really nice, but I just dont feel that way about them... Like Tasha has been trying to set me up for Brandon since...since. 6th grade. But in 8th grade when we found out he was Bi and prefered males. She stopped pressing the issue a bit. owo; Whenever hes single she still goes on about it. LOOOOL! DUDE. Flashback to something only I find hilarious! In like 7th grade. Tasha was bothering me about Brandon. I was like "EWWW! WHY DONT YOU DATE HIM?" Thats when I found out they we're cousins. Hahaha. Anyway. Video of the day shall be presented to you later. I just felt the need to rant at the moment~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-5185691151264466092?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/5185691151264466092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/mid-day-ranting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5185691151264466092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5185691151264466092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/mid-day-ranting.html' title='Mid-day ranting...'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-5154820521366171275</id><published>2010-04-20T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Events of the day. WOO.</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm...Odd day. I'll go in chornilogical order. First, I finished schoolwork, left the house at 3:30. On my way to Dollar Tree to pick up some Junk Food. I find Brandon and his new boyfriend snogging on the sidewalk. (YES. I ADOPTED BRITSH TERMS. Snogging = Kissing o____o) Even if it was..guyxguy snogging. IDC. I FOUND IT...kind of hot. -Cough-.. Anyway. I just said "Hi Breeee!" And continued walking, he waved. e____e; 4:15 I'm at Dollar Tree. I go to the Candy Section to find they do not have sour punch straws. I FREAKING LOVE SOUR PUNCH STRAWS MAN!!!!! So I just get this thing called "Cow Tales" instead. IT TASTED LIKE LIL' WAYNES CROTCH!!!!!!!!!!! So I just give it to my mom. 5:00. I'm chatting it up with some hot Junior boy that believes I'm a Sophomore owo; (WHENEVER I WEAR MY SPECIAL PUSH-UP BRA. I CAN MAKE ANYONE BELIEVE ANYTHING! -Adjusts the "Girls-.... HAHA. I dont even own a push-up bras. Mine still have Monkeys on them...well...Monkeys are cool anyway. Sooo...&amp;gt;____&amp;gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have no idea why people sometimes think I'm 15. o_____o; I mean...come on? I'm 5'5. I'm Underweight. I still run around like a child at random moments. WHO WOULD BELIEVE I'M 15!? Anyway..... 6pm I'm at bible study. I go to sit in a Row in the sancturary. I try to get passed this Old cripped woman. I felt bad for her actually... I've been thinking about some of the things I have lately since I heard that Commerical about unfortunate children a few days ago. When I was younger I never really cared. Even though I live in a small apartment in a bad neighborhood. and have to share a room with my 11 year old brother. It makes me think...some people dont even have that...So why the f*** am I complaining?&lt;br /&gt;10:30pm I'm in the car. Singing to Halfway there by Big Time Rush. DUDE!!! I FREAKING LOVE THAT SHOW. (Kendall &amp;lt;3 O____O) Kay. Video of the day. Coming your WAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/38gUXclrnAc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/38gUXclrnAc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-5154820521366171275?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/5154820521366171275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/events-of-day-woo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5154820521366171275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5154820521366171275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/events-of-day-woo.html' title='Events of the day. WOO.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-7832351468384140506</id><published>2010-04-19T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sluts and Rants! (Odd title...huh...?)</title><content type='html'>Erm...All right. It was rather...odd today. I decided to hang out with some old friends today. Since their also fellow bloggers. Lets call them "Kayla" and "Kaleia" (I knew twins in 3rd grade with those names okay? .____.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me remember why I stopped hanging out with them. They decided to meet up with some other old friends of ours. Hmmm...Lets refer to them as George and...Ronald .____.&amp;nbsp; We all went over to George's house. Back in 6th grade when I used to hang with then- I hated going to boys houses...because something always and I mean always went wrong while we were there. Kayla and Kaleia were 7th graders at the time. Since I'm at least 5 months younger than everyone in my grade here in Georgia. They were about a year and 7 months older than me. Since I was 11 at the time, They were 13. I mean...I'm sorry. But they we're sluts. They give Lap Dances to whoever asks, I'm serious. We were at this dudes house...I forgot who. But I saw Kaleia giving this one guy a hand-job. I'm like "OMG KALEIA..! EVERYONE CAN SEEE!!!" She didnt care...Thats what kind of happend today. with them being 16, It just got crazier. Kayla and Kaleia were on the floor getting dry-humped by these 2 guys. I stayed quiet this time, They didnt listen to me before, I knew they wouldnt know. Actually, going back to church started making me think better. I'm just looking at them thinking "Why are they doing this....? Why am I even here...? Why do I want to hang out with people like this...?" I'm tired of surrounding myself with ignorant assholes that only talk about Swag, Rappers and Sex as if their actually getting any. I mean, I actually feel better being around people who are Smart, Funny and actually want to go somewhere in life. I mean, I sometimes talk dirty myself when joking around with friends. But right now, for me its only jokes. I dont see the big rush for it all anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like alot of my friends started losing their virginty.. Is there pressure on me to join them? HAHAHA. CRAPLOADS. Even though Peer Pressure doesnt really bother me anymore. It starts to get on my nerves.... Like today! Kayla met Brandon, Yes. My hot emo friend I've known since 6th grade (haha. he hates it when I say that.) Kayla is whispering to me the entire time saying things like "OH MY GOD...YOU KNOW HIM? You LIKE him? You know I could tottally hook ya'll up right? You should totally lose it to him! It will be so cool! You'll be like Me and Kaleia!" BRANDON CAN HEAR EVERYTHING ALSO!!!! I'm just like "No. No. No. No. I'll fuck someone when I'm damn ready." Me and Brandon make jokes about how we're gonna have sex with eachother all the time...Even though we both know its not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I do this...I was talking about my day with old friends then started rambling. Its almost 1am. I'm tired. Just watch the Video Of The Day o____o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MR0XcURpFgA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MR0XcURpFgA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-7832351468384140506?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/7832351468384140506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/sluts-and-rants-odd-titlehuh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7832351468384140506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7832351468384140506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/sluts-and-rants-odd-titlehuh.html' title='Sluts and Rants! (Odd title...huh...?)'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-6898378249340805011</id><published>2010-04-18T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comsopolitan...DAMN YOU!</title><content type='html'>Didnt go to church today. ._____. I seriously wanted too. FOR ALL I KNOW. DANIEL COULD HAVE BEEN THERE!! Nothing would have probably happened anyway. I would have seen him, said "Hi Daniel!" and went on my way. BUT EHHH. Uhm. I've been reading articles on Cosmo all weekend. Why? I got bored. The internet is becoming less interesting for me.....Anyway.... Just all these articles about "HOW TO HAVE THE GREATEST SEX EVER/KEEP HIM HAPPY/MAKE HIM FALL FOR YOU" Their kind of entertaining, But they also prove that guys are more complicated than a Rubix Cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GUYS LIKE IT WHEN GIRLS MAKE THE FIRST MOVE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_____o. Wanna hear my idea of a first move. "Hi~ I'm Krista." .____. Yeah. Mind-blowing right? Makes every males knees weak - -" SOME OF THE ARTICLES I READ MAKE IT SEEM LIKE if you dont follow these rules to become a Man Magnet/Sex Goddess you'll never find anyone and die alone. -Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;I'LL JUST STICK TO MY NORMAL METHOD OF PICKING UP STUDS~ (Oh jesus christ. did I just freakin say stud? SHIT I GOTTA STOP READING THESE ARTICLES.) Anyway. Video of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/58WImgiKkZQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/58WImgiKkZQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6898378249340805011?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6898378249340805011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/comsopolitandamn-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6898378249340805011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6898378249340805011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/comsopolitandamn-you.html' title='Comsopolitan...DAMN YOU!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-8919612144268537819</id><published>2010-04-17T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel &amp; Talent Shows!</title><content type='html'>LOL Kay. I was at Church today for my Leadership training classes. LOL it was so much fun! I even...met this guy. -Cough- His name is...lets refer to him as..-Thinks- Daniel? Did I use Daniel yet? I guess not. HE. IS THE SMARTEST GUY EVER O____O -Melt- He loves to sing, His voice is awesome. Hes a freshman. AND. HES HOMESCHOOLED. The homeschool part was a complete deal breaker. Hes supposed to be joining the choir. So I'll see him then. &lt;br /&gt;I Also auditioned for the Talent show! guess what I sung? Romantic Cat By Chery Filter. The..."Audition Lady" Haha. Liked it because its different. Its in Korean. Thats what I'm also going to be singing for the Talent show.&lt;br /&gt;My vocal range really shows when singing that song. So I hope I'll impress the "Judges" Unless some other Dancer/Singer/Rapper completely blows them away. There is alot of talented people at New Birth. So Its gonna be tough. But hey, For all I know. I could win. I NEED CONFIDENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sU_AZQYEYao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sU_AZQYEYao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I'm not really...all that sure either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-8919612144268537819?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/8919612144268537819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/daniel-talent-shows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8919612144268537819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8919612144268537819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/daniel-talent-shows.html' title='Daniel &amp;amp; Talent Shows!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-8468919102940918084</id><published>2010-04-15T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX TAAAAAALK.</title><content type='html'>All right. So I was on gURL.com with a friend right? The Sex &amp;amp; Relationship boards. Since all the other ones are inactive. The Sex &amp;amp; Relationships board has all these odd/funny questions/sex suggestions. Uhm. Anyway. Me and my friend. LETS CALL HER...Taylor. were looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;This thread...right here. Threw us off...&lt;br /&gt;( http://messageboards.gurl.com/n/pfx/forum.aspx?tsn=1&amp;amp;nav=messages&amp;amp;webtag=gl-relations&amp;amp;tid=295484 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o____o. Then Taylor suddenly looks at me and is like "WE SHOULD START HAVING SEX. COME ON. MOST PEOPLE LOSE THEIR VIRGNITY AT LIKE 15!".&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;o_____o. Uh huh...uhm...yeah. Nooo... e___e;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "First. WHAT THE HELL!? DUDE. Second. THE AGE IS 16. Third. WE'RE NOT EVEN 15!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-. She knows "Aaron" isnt a virgin, And apparently. Having sex with him should "Win him over"&lt;br /&gt;FIRST OF ALL. WHAT? WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE? A SEX IN THE CITY CHARACTER? Shes my friend and all. But I worry about her so much sometimes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda old fashioned about Virginity. It should be given to someone I really care about! (&lt;b&gt;-Insane Feminists come after me with pitchforks and flaming bras chanting "LOSING YOUR VIRGINITY DOESNT MEAN YOUR LOSING A PART OF YOURSELF!"- &lt;/b&gt;SHIT! DIDNT I DEAL WITH YOU GUYS BEFORE!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(PS. I have no problem with Feminists. I was making a joke about how some take things waaay too far.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, me? having sex? some things in this world just dont go together. Lets look at all the things that could go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. INTERCOURSE:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhhh...is it in yet?, Guy: Yes....., Me: O___O; SORRY!!!! MY BAD!. -10 minutes later-, Me: I'm bored, Guy: HOW are you bored if your having sex?, Me: I dont knowww. -5 minutes later-, Me: Are you done yeeet?, Guy: ITS ONLY BEEN 15 MINUTES!!!, Me: Ohhh. Sorrrrry!, -3 minutes later-, Me: I'm a bananaaaa~ I'm a bananaaa~ I'm a bananaaaa~ Look at me mo-, Guy: What are you doing now...?, Me: Siiiiinging, Guy: WHILE YOUR HAVING SEX!?!?!?, Me: Why yes, Guy: You know what...forget it -Gets up-, Me: BABY COME BACK~ YOU CAN BLAME IT ALL ON M-, Guy: -SLAMS DOOR-, Me: How Rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HAND-JOB:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhm..how do I do this?, Guy: You dont know how?, Me: Nooooope., Guy: ...uhhh.. -Explict instructions here-, Me: ALL RIGHT, Guy: AHHHH!!!! AHHHHH!!! AHH!, Me: Oh stop faking. I didnt even start yet, Guy: AHHH!!! AHHH!! AH!!!!, Me: Whats wro-...Oh shit my nail cut your testicles...., Guy: AHHHHH!!!! AHHHHH!!! AHHHHHH!!, Me: Oh that is gonna be so sore in the morning., Guy: AHHHH!!!! AHHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!, Me: UHM..I'LL GO GET SOME...bandages., Guy: AHHHH!!!, Me: Sorrrrryyyyyy hunnnnnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. BLOW-JOB:&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You sure you wanna?, Me: YEP, Guy: mhm then...Wait...wait, Me: What?, Guy: What the hell are you doing?, Me: Giving you a blow job...?, Guy: Your just blowing on it Krista..., Me: Well you said Blow job, Guy: That isnt how you do it....., Me: WELL HOW DO I DO IT?, Guy: -Explict details here-, Me: Ohhh. Okay~. -Starts laughing-, Guy: OWWWW!!!! OWWWWW!!!, Me: SORRY!!!!!, Guy: YOU FREAKING BIT ME!!!!!!!, Me: SORRY!!! IT TICKLED!!!!!, Guy: OWWWWWWW!!!! -Hour later-&lt;br /&gt;-We're sitting on opposite sides of the bed-, Me: Something tells me your upset?, Guy: ......., Me: What if I-, Guy: I SWEAR TO GOD KRISTA!!! IF YOU TOUCH ME ONE MORE TIME TONIGHT WE'RE BREAKING UP!, Me: o____o -Poke-, Guy: ...... Good-night Krista -Turns over-, Me: Ebony..And ivory...live together in pefect-, Guy: What are you doing now?, Me: Singing...., Guy: ....I swear to god I'm dating the most screwed up chick in the world, Me: I CAN HEAR YOU!!, Guy: YOU WE'RE SUPPOSED TO!!!!! &amp;gt;_____&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Yeah .____. I'll spare a poor guy the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-8468919102940918084?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/8468919102940918084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/sex-taaaaaalk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8468919102940918084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8468919102940918084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/sex-taaaaaalk.html' title='SEX TAAAAAALK.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-1906990701544549162</id><published>2010-04-14T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aaron" and Bible Study!</title><content type='html'>Havent talked to "Aaron" in a few days... Why do I still think about him? Hes just...A JERK -HEADDESK-&lt;br /&gt;Dude. I was at Bible Study last night right? It was so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;First. We were in the Santuary right? You know that part of church where everyone stands up and hugs each other? DUDE. SO WEIRD. GIRLS HUGGED OTHER GIRLS. GUYS HUGGED GIRLS. But when it was tthe dudes time to hug it was like. "-Odd Stare-...... -HANDSHAKE-" LOL idk why I found that so funny.&lt;br /&gt;Then. There was this...Super Sexy~.. 10th grader .____. I THOUGHT HE WAS A FRESHMAN AT FIRST. He turned to me and was like "uh...we're supposed to...like hug". I just went ahead and hugged him o___o. Rather Sad, That hug was the riskiest thing I've done with a guy in my entire life. .___.&lt;br /&gt;And then when we went to our classes- Idk. Thats what everyone else called them. THESE....REALLY LOUD GUYS....Kept annoying us. Like. You've seen those rooms that have this...Curtain like thing in the middle of the room. Well. The girls we're on one side, other side we're guys. THE GUYS KEPT OPENING UP THE CURTAIN AND WERE LIKE. "Awww dang deez girls so fine" AND KEPT PEEKING.&lt;br /&gt;Then Ms. Aisha was like "all right boys.. ..play time is over" and closed the curtains. This...really odd dude was like "IIGHT. YA'LL MEET ME AFTAH CLASS THO." It was so retarded. Anyway. Video of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BmGRRGTQ1z4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BmGRRGTQ1z4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-1906990701544549162?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/1906990701544549162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-bible-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1906990701544549162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1906990701544549162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-bible-study.html' title='&amp;quot;Aaron&amp;quot; and Bible Study!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-278467477936625737</id><published>2010-04-11T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP HELPING ME WITH HEAVY SHIT!</title><content type='html'>You know one thing I HATE? Say. I'm trying to carry something right? It could be Idk. 100-50 pounds. AND PEOPLE INSIST THEY CARRY IT FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE. I CAN CARRY IT MYSELF. IDC IF IT LOOKS LIKE I'M GOING TO DROP IT. LEAVE ME ALONE! Okay. Maybe this is because I hate people who feel the need to "Protect me" or "Take care of me". JESUS CHRIST. I HAVE PARENTS FOR THAT. I DONT NEED PROTECTING AND I DO NOT NEEEEEEEED YOU TO TAKE CARE OF ME. I'VE BEEN FIGHTING SHIT ON MY OWN FOR THR PAST 8 YEARS. YOU DIDNT HELP ME WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, DONT HELP ME NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._____. AND THEN MY MOM STARTS BITCHING ABOUT HOW I'LL NEVER GET A HUSBAND.&lt;br /&gt;WTF? Dude. I'm not even 16 yet. WHY THE F*** SHOULD I BE WORRIED ABOUT A HUSBAND RIGHT NOW? Why wont I ever get a husband? Oh. Because I dont cook. Or clean. My plan was. I'll cook sometimes, He'll cook sometimes. If no one feels like cooking, WE'RE STUCK WITH POPCORN AND RAMEN THEN. And about the cleaning thing, How about he cleans up after himself and I clean up after myself!? BECAUSE WHYYYY SHOULD I CLEAN UP HIS MESS? I'm sorry. I just dont want one of those "Man goes out everyday to work, while I'm stuck at home, cooking, cleaning, bored while watching the kids" MARRIAGES LIKE MY PARENTS. And THEN when Man gets home, Woman bitches at Man for stupid reasons. Man gets pissed off and goes upstairs. Woman cries about how Man doesnt love her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;....Okay thats mainly how my parents are but - -" STILL. I WANT MY OWN LIFE DAMNIT! I could totally have a full time profession and raise kids! WILL IT BE EASY? Haha. Hell no. WILL I DO IT ANYWAY? YOU BET YOUR CHICKEN NUGGETS I WILL!!.... End rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO OF THE DAY - -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dszY5uzFGVU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dszY5uzFGVU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAWWWWRRRRRRRAAAAHHHHLADYGAGAREURNRNNNNSSSSSHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-278467477936625737?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/278467477936625737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/stop-helping-me-with-heavy-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/278467477936625737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/278467477936625737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/stop-helping-me-with-heavy-shit.html' title='STOP HELPING ME WITH HEAVY SHIT!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-500704521407451332</id><published>2010-04-10T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you FUCKING serious!?</title><content type='html'>-Sigh-... You know what. Fuck "Aaron" I'm done. I tried talking to him and he makes it seem like I'm speaking a different language, I'm sick of doing this and this to keep his unpleaseable ass happy. He can go find another chick for all I care! I've always been understanding and caring of him, And he never believed it. Yet when some new chick who is the same race as him steps into the photo. Its like "She knows my life! She knows my struggle!" JESUS CHRIST! I BET IF I WAS SOME SMOKIN HOT LATINA. No wait. I COULD BE THE UGILIEST LATINA EVER AND HE'D STILL PUT SOME EFFORT INTO OUR RELATIONSHIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN! HE DOESNT HAVE THE BALLS TO JUST TELL ME "I dont like you" INSTEAD OF LEADING ME ON!!!!!!!!!! - -" URG!!!... VIDEO OF THE MOTHERFUCKING DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgbMDKtBwc0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgbMDKtBwc0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean for the past...9 MONTHS I'VE BEEN TRYING TO SHOW "AARON" HOW MUCH I FUCKING LIKE HIM BUT NOOO. "YOUR LYING, YOU DONT LIKE ME!" WHAT THE FUCK!!! DOES HE GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ANYONE ELSES FEELINGS? Nooooo! IF I DID SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO HIM HE'D COME WHINING TO ME ABOUT HOW MUCH I HURT HIM! WTF!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT NO. I'LL STAY QUIET. BUT I'M SERIOUS, IF HE DECIDES TO SUDDENLY BE NICE TO ME AGAIN, AND THEN TURN MEAN. I'M NEVER SPEAKING TO HIM AGAIN, FUCKING WASTE OF ENERGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-500704521407451332?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/500704521407451332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-you-fucking-serious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/500704521407451332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/500704521407451332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-you-fucking-serious.html' title='Are you FUCKING serious!?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-215995558366234196</id><published>2010-04-09T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aaron" And Augsta Pimps!</title><content type='html'>"Aaron" is still confusing me... I mean, hes always so busy.... Its semi-rare now to talk to him when hes not busy... And tommrow I'm stuck at my church for 7+ hours. Why? "New members class"&lt;br /&gt;WTF ARE YOU EFFING LEARNING FOR LIKE 9 HOURS? Oh. And then in 2 weeks. We have to take the class AGAIN. DONT ASK ME WHY THE HELL WE HAVE TO DO THIS. .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube Video of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s19GKC4s9d4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s19GKC4s9d4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I dont know either....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-215995558366234196?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/215995558366234196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-augsta-pimps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/215995558366234196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/215995558366234196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-augsta-pimps.html' title='&amp;quot;Aaron&amp;quot; And Augsta Pimps!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-2837280115596463244</id><published>2010-04-08T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You And I with our PANTS ON THE GROUND!?</title><content type='html'>You and I  together, It's just feels so right. Even though i bid you goodbye, to  me this world is just you. You and I together, don't ever let go my  hands. even though i bid you goodbye, to me this world is just you. Just  you and I.Forever and ever.. " Park Bom - You and I lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-...Yet again. "Aaron" acted as if we we're just friends.... Jesus christ..&lt;br /&gt;First he acts like a complete idiot and I feel like giving up on him, then hes suddenly his normal sweet self and bam, I regain new hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean. I currently know 3 guys that actually want to be with me right now! Why the heck dont I just go with one of them!? NOOOO. I just HAVE to like "Aaron!" - -"....Love stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...youtube video of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJrg_dPOEms&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJrg_dPOEms&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I love Asathecomic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was outside reading, And heard a group of guys yapping about how stupid twilight is, And how much of a "Sparkling faggot" he is. And they dont know why chicks go gaga over him. And how "Gay" Justin Bieber and the Jonas Brothers are. To me, They all sounded a bit confused and insecure...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. This one dude was like "And we all know that Edward Fag is a complete abusive idiot. Is that what chicks really want!? And that Justin Beaver.. WHATEVER guy! He sounds like a fucking 5 year old! and the jonas brothers cant even sing, WHY do girls go crazy over them". Instead of telling him to Sit down and shut up with his ignorant self. I decided to help him. Here is the part thats dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I say "Its because they all have one thing in common- looks, Alot of girls would love to have guys like Edward Cullen, Not because hes slightly abusive, Tends to abandon Bella. And is just completey wacky. Hes extremely mysterious and badass, possibly interesting. Most girls just pass up all the bad parts and think OMG HES SO PEFECT! HES SO HOT! AND HES INTERESTING! AND HES SO PROTECTIVE OF ME! AND..... Like what some of you guys do with chicks. You know shes a complete bitch, but you still think her body is amazing. Right? Exactly. And with Justin Beieber, I know it, you know it, The guy is good looking, hes rich and his songs are catchy, Most of us know we'll never have a chance with Justin OR the Jonas brothers, But It wont hurt to act like a bunch of fangirls at random. But still..some of us are complete crazies about these dudes.. I'm not really a Twilight, Jonas Brothers or Justin Bieber fan, But complaining about it like you are....Kiiind of makes you look like close minded, insecure jerks... Which can be a turn-off to the chick you are possibly trying to snag....." And I went back into my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY IGNORED ME! - -" I DIDNT JUST RANT TO THEM FOR NOTHING DID I!?I THINK I DID... .___.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-2837280115596463244?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/2837280115596463244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-and-i-with-our-pants-on-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2837280115596463244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2837280115596463244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-and-i-with-our-pants-on-ground.html' title='You And I with our PANTS ON THE GROUND!?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-3312333841783006615</id><published>2010-04-07T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont play this game...please?</title><content type='html'>Urg... I feel like I took a huge step back with "Aaron". Today it was like I completely annoyed him with every word said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day before yesterday it was all "OMG I LOVE YOU." And yet again its like he hates me... I'm still going with what my friend Whitney said as "Hes playing hard to get". Well. He completely sucks at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so such emotional stress with him..First me and him have this amazing conversation that makes me think he might still have interest in me. Then I go a day or two just waiting to talk to him again, hoping another conversation will take us a step further in our relationship. But instead he just ignores me...&amp;nbsp; I kind of just want to come out and say "You into me or not? You are? Good, Stop playing these impossible games then, You arent? Stop playing this stupid game for, its only causing me stress and pain."&lt;br /&gt;.____. But I wont do that....&lt;br /&gt;I hate being the one who doesnt know anything about whats going on in relationships... maybe if I stopped being so submissive I might find out something... - -"&lt;br /&gt;Blaaah. Now I'm thinking about him....Jesus christ. I ALWAYS fall for the ones that are like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Youtube video for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQwOZZobK4U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQwOZZobK4U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" 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;Is it..,.kiiiind of racist. -Cough- Yeeeeeah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-3312333841783006615?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/3312333841783006615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-play-this-gameplease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3312333841783006615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3312333841783006615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-play-this-gameplease.html' title='Dont play this game...please?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-5829092555204835953</id><published>2010-04-04T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN YOU DO IT?</title><content type='html'>So... Awhile ago.. An ex Boyfriend told me to listen to this song by "Piles" called "Becky". I never actually did it.&lt;br /&gt;Untill tonight I got bored and I was like "Why dont I search this on youtube".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to it for like 30 seconds- Then turned it off. Why? It reminded me of him o___o&lt;br /&gt;Like. A few months ago, Another ex told me to listen to this song by "B5" called. "Let her go"&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good song, BUT WHENEVER I LISTEN TO IT I'M LIKE "Hmm.. I wonder how hes doing, Does he still think of me? I wonder if he has another girlfriend...how is life going for him...." I mean. I'm not like missing him or anything, It just makes me think o____o; AND ANOTHER EX. LAST ONE I WILL MENTION.&lt;br /&gt;TOLD ME TO LISTEN TO "Remember" By Big Bang, The only Black guy I've ever met that likes Korean Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Video of the day here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IO30g3s-FmE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IO30g3s-FmE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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;o____o Yeah. I'm sorry...If someone reacts like that after you break up with them- They seriously need some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH REMINDS ME. I was coming home from church today. Saw this dude walking..No shirt, Sagging his pants- Wearing no underwear. DUDE. IT WAS DISGUSTING!&lt;br /&gt;THE GUY HAD A FREAKING JUNGLE GROWING, BUTT SHOWING AND EVERYTHING. My dad is like "...Oh dear god...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this...GEWD-NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-5829092555204835953?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/5829092555204835953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-you-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5829092555204835953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5829092555204835953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-you-do-it.html' title='CAN YOU DO IT?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-4227842236263861800</id><published>2010-04-04T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER, URINALS, MASTURBATION, MYSPACE AND RACISM!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh. Easter Sunday. It was...All right. Long. But allright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE. I HAVE SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT. FIRST, lets talk about what happened at Church!&lt;br /&gt;I was rushing into the bathroom before church started so I could fix my hair right. (I remember when I used to not care about that stuff, Stupid mother implanting "I must always look nice!" In my brain)&lt;br /&gt;I kind of. Accidently ran into the Men's Bathroom. It was so funny. All I heard was the sound of zippers and "OH MY GOD!!!!! GET OUT!!!!" -Giggle- THEN. After service I went to the bathroom right, This dude walks up to me and is like "Hey, Arent you that girl who walked in on me in the bathroom earlier?" LOL. I was all "I'm so sorry I was in a rush!". Hes all "Its alright, Its alright, SO. RATE WHAT YOU SAW FROM 1 TO 10." I say "7" and walk away. What? &amp;gt;___&amp;gt;;;; AND THEN WHEN I GOT HOME. I saw a dead cat lying on the ground. I think It was ran over. I'm like "...Awww...Poor kitty...". Brandon appears from no where and screams "CRAP!!! I KNEW I SHOULDNT HAVE MASTURBATED LAST NIGHT!!!! I KNEW IT! I'M SORRY!!!!!" And ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just dont know about that dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I get home. I go on Myspace right? The first account I made like back in 06. I saw a message sent to me 2 years ago. o___o&lt;br /&gt;It was this girl talking about how she hates "Niggers". One thing I hate about the internet? You cant actually beat someones ass when they offend you. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Uhm. Last but not least. I was called a Racist today Why? I was talking about Jennifer Lopez and George Lopez and how I used to think they we're related. My "Friend" who is Latina by the way, Snaps at me o___o. Shes like "WHY!? BECAUSE THEIR BOTH MEXICAN? JUST BECAUSE THEIR FAMOUS AND MEXICAN DOES NOT MEAN THEIR RELATED. YOUR MY GIRL! I THOUGHT YOU WE'RENT LIKE ALL THE OTHER BLACKS AROUND HERE!!!!! YOU JUST LOST ALL MY RESPECT!!! I CANT BELIEVE YOU!". o____o&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "I didnt think they we're related just because their Mexican.... With your logic SouljaBoy and Barack Obama could be related, I thought they we're related because they have the same last name..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went quiet. o____o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-4227842236263861800?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/4227842236263861800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-urinals-masturbation-myspace-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4227842236263861800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4227842236263861800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-urinals-masturbation-myspace-and.html' title='EASTER, URINALS, MASTURBATION, MYSPACE AND RACISM!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-7244780564854002855</id><published>2010-04-03T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussy Monster? Exuse me?</title><content type='html'>I'll right... I was on youtube right. And heard this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cB6-SOFXDuU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cB6-SOFXDuU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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;What the f*** is this? I'm sorry, If you create a song about how your the "Pussy monster" You really deserve someone to walk up to you, and kick you in the nads ._. And whats with all the girls screaming?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to break your dream ladies, But Lil Wayne is never going to get close to you, or your pussy, Calm down. You know what I dont understand? How its 100% acceptable for a man to talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;But I've never heard a woman brag about what she could do to a cock through song, you know why? Because the first thing you'll hear is "WHORE!" .___. Freaking double standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Quick rant over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-7244780564854002855?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/7244780564854002855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/pussy-monster-exuse-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7244780564854002855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7244780564854002855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/pussy-monster-exuse-me.html' title='Pussy Monster? Exuse me?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-2011398210539109273</id><published>2010-04-01T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get boyfriends:</title><content type='html'>Apparently. By giving blow-jobs and Hand-jobs....&lt;br /&gt;Kay 5 of my guyfriends, Got girlfriends this week. How? THEY GOT BLOW-JOBS. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS CHRIST! THEY DIDNT EVEN KNOW THESE CHICKS! FOR ALL THEY KNOW SHE COULD HAVE HA-...Urg. I'm not even gonna get into that. Anyway. I almost got in a fight. Over something reeeeeally...dumb. Kay. I was talking to a friend that I havent seen in like forever. So I hugged him. HIS GIRLFRIEND GOES MAD. I didnt even know he had a girlfriend....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The funny thing is. the girl couldnt even talk. She gets up in my face and says "GURL. I GETTIN TIRED UH YUH JOCKIN MUH BOIFREND." I'm like "I'm sorry...did you just say. I'm jocking your boyfriend?...And that means....?". Then shes all "STUHPHUD WHITE WANNBEH GURL!!!! MUH MAN DUNT WAN CHUH! HE DUNT WANT YUH NUH MO. HE KNO HE GOT TUH GUDS NUH. AND DUNT NEED CHUH. SO GUH RUN OFF. K THANKS BUH!!!". I'm like "...Was that even a language right there? Or we're you just attempting to gargle peanut butter?" She pushes me. I push her. Her boyfriend steps in....e____e; It was so...freaking....crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm tired...Gewd-Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-2011398210539109273?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/2011398210539109273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-get-boyfriends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2011398210539109273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2011398210539109273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-get-boyfriends.html' title='How to get boyfriends:'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-8309676370244360697</id><published>2010-03-26T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Act If Nothings Wrong!</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was..odd o___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this huge street fight outside. The police we're called and everything, People getting arrested. IT WAS AWESOME! -Cough- I mean... Kay. So I'm going to public school next year right?&lt;br /&gt;Well. A christian school..but. you get my point.-SIGH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY. TOMMORROW! I SWEAR! I'M GONNA WALK UP TO THAT GUY I HAVE A MAJOR CRUSH ON! AND BE LIKE "HEY? I LIKE YOU, YOU FEEL THE SAME? HUH? If you DONT tell me RIGHT NOW and I'll actually TRY moving on!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are he'll say. "Sorry. We're only friends!" Even though I found it odd.. He seemed like. He actually cared e____e; Actually asking how I was feeling/how my day went/what Did I plan on doing this weekend without me asking first. He hasnt done this since we broke up o____o; I'M HOPEFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not gonna be like the first time I asked him if he still had feelings for me....&lt;br /&gt;Actually. EJ asked for me .___. I thought he was joking- Since. LOL...Ej kind of. Fears my ex. (THIS "EX" needs a name. I say its Aaron.) Well. Ej fears "AARON" a bit. It was so retarded... I didnt know what happened untill hours later when I was talking to Aaron and he was like "Your brother asked me if I still loved you..." I had like. 2 seconds to come up with this fake cover story. At the end I was like "Yeah. Thats why...Sorry. I've moved on..." I mentioned the "I moved on part" so he wouldnt think I was some..freak for still liking him after all the time we havent spoken. o___o; He seemed a bit sad. He was like "I'm glad you moved on" I was like "...FUCK" afterwards though. I THOUGHT GUYS WERE SIMPLE MINDED.&lt;br /&gt;I STILL HAVENT FIGURED OUT WHO TOLD ME THAT LIE!!!!! .___. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired (Nope..) good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-8309676370244360697?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/8309676370244360697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-act-if-nothings-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8309676370244360697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8309676370244360697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-act-if-nothings-wrong.html' title='To Act If Nothings Wrong!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-8903099382649624037</id><published>2010-03-25T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>"Oh great. Another valentines day. ALONE at HOME...Stupid party, Stupid..LONLINESS!" Xarah thought to herself before dropping her backpack on the floor. She sighed as she slipped to the floor reading the text from Alisha. "v-day prty @ Jen's! u ttly hav 2 come! see u ltr and bring a date!". It only depressed her as she kept reading. "If I show up by myself. I'll look like a complete fool." She mumbled. "Or maybe just a girl without a date...". "Who doesnt have a date" her mom came walking down the hall asking. "Just this. STUPID party Jen is having.... I have no one to go with.". Xarah mumbled while facepalming. "Go anyway dear! You could meet someone nice there!" Just the reply Xarah expected from her mother. "And besides. Me and your father are going out. you wouldnt want to be home alone. Would you?" Her mother shouted as Xarah began walking up the stairs- She didnt reply. "I'll be pounded with questions if I DONT go....I might as well...get it over with". Xarah said while beginning to feel a bit of excitement. She went through her closet looking for her best outfit. Jeans and a tank top that read "I LIKE TO PARTY ROCK. LOL" She felt like a complete dork. Bouncing around like cheerleader. She looked in the mirror before grabbing her purse and walking out the door. "I knew you we're going to go.." her mom taunted Xarah as she was in the kitchen making dinner for her younger sister. Over a thousand things scattered through Xarah's mind as the unbelievibly long-. 3 block walk to Jen's house. It was 8pm. Strangely most&amp;nbsp; of the streetlights werent on. Then suddenly a shadow appeared behind her. "Hello?" Xarah turned around and shouted. Seeing nothing. "My mind is just playing games on me" she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she heard a voice.... TBC. (Oh. Arent I evil?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-8903099382649624037?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/8903099382649624037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/logic-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8903099382649624037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8903099382649624037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/logic-part-1.html' title='Logic (Part 1)'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-2401124751174386201</id><published>2010-03-25T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love has no logic.</title><content type='html'>- -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY. GUY I LIKE RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the NERVE to be all "You dont like me! you hate me!" and THEN when I ask him why. HE CANT GIVE ME A REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TRY TALKING TO HIM ALLLLLLLLL THE TIME. I shut up when things get quiet because I'm really cautious about bothering him. -HEADDESK-&lt;br /&gt;DOESNT THAT......OVER EMOTIONAL....BLABBERING......ABATGAHALALABDH!!!!! KNOW I LIKE HIM STILL!? - -" JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS THE PERSON THAT TOLD ME GUYS WE'RE SIMPLE MINDED? BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE SMACKING THEM IN THE HEAD WITH A HAMMER UNTILL I CAN SEE THRIR BRAIN!!!! o___o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-2401124751174386201?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/2401124751174386201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-has-no-logic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2401124751174386201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2401124751174386201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-has-no-logic.html' title='Love has no logic.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-3796603721551041732</id><published>2010-03-23T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to get...?</title><content type='html'>OH!!!! MY!!! GOD!!!! -JUMPS OFF COFFEE TABLE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. I'M WATCHING JUNJOU ROMANTICA RIGHT? (Ep: 19 3/3 Eng sub!) AND AT THE END.&lt;br /&gt;IN SUBTITLES IT SAYS "Love doesnt follow logic"&lt;br /&gt;-THROWS GLASS VASE AGAINST WALL- I JUST REALIZED!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE DOESNT FOLLOW LOGIC!!!!! BAAALRGAHAIAJANDSDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.____. Kay...Anyway..Besides my discovery about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT. I THINK WHITNEY WAS RIGHT BEFORE. IS THIS DUDE PLAYING HARD TO GET? BECAUSE GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;THIS DUDE I'VE LIKED FOR A LONG WHILE NOW!!!! FIRST HES LIKE "I think your amazing! your also pretty!" THEN ITS LIKE "Haha your a good friend!" THEN ITS LIKE "I love you" then its like " Too busy and I wont talk to you for the next 24 hours. Bye!" then its like " -KISS KISS SMOOCH SMOOCH-. I love you!" Then its like "...What do you want now..?"&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN WTF!!?!?!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know him. Hes NOT the type to say "I love you" unless he completely means it. .____.&lt;br /&gt;But will I give up? NOT AT ALL! -Sigh-...&lt;br /&gt;-Sad-.&lt;br /&gt;o_____o;...&lt;br /&gt;KAY. SO I GOT WISH TAGGED RIGHT? Just some thing me and some other bloggers do.&lt;br /&gt;NOW. I gotta tell you 5 wishes..of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1!: I wish that the guy I want...wants me also .___.&lt;br /&gt;2!: A lifetime supply of VANILLA!!!! owo&lt;br /&gt;3!: A new skateboard o3o;&lt;br /&gt;4!: My dad to stop working 2 jobs o____O;&lt;br /&gt;5!: MORE SELF CONFIDENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean. -Dusts shoulders- I know I'm Tha Bomb and all but. I FEEL SO..INSECURE AROUND GUYS n___n;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. I tag.&lt;br /&gt;http://chrispy-cookies.blogspot.com/ !!!&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-3796603721551041732?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/3796603721551041732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/hard-to-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3796603721551041732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3796603721551041732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/hard-to-get.html' title='Hard to get...?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-6060852062462470190</id><published>2010-03-15T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no! I'm falling for someone I dont even know!</title><content type='html'>WHOA. WHOA. WHOA. WHOA WHOA. HOLD UP. WAIT A MINUTE. LET ME PUT SOME BREAD, BACON, TOMATO, LETTUCE, MAYO AND GRILLED CHICKEN IN IT! (I'm hungry, So what &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;;;) UHHHH... YEAHHH. Guys. Are weird man e___e;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY. So this guy. I met a few months ago. we KIIIND of friends. but....yeah o___o WE HUNG OUT TODAY. I'll refer to my... "Friend" as Dan. Then Dan's friend came along and started talking to us. I'll refer to him as Fred. K. So Dan is randomly flirting with me.... e__e;&amp;nbsp; HERES THE WEIRD PART. Fred starts bringing up how many girls Dan has dated in the past. (Dude. He dated more than me. THAN ME!!! And you've SEEN my dating record.) Dan then admits that he likes me. blah blah blah. and is hinting at "I should be his girlfriend" o____o; Fred starts teasing Danny by erm. "Flirting with me" also. He sits down right next to me, We start talking. I thought it was a friendly coversation. Then Dan gets up and walks away. I ask where hes going. Hes like "-FAKE TEARS- Your falling for him!" Fred is like "HAHA! I WON!!!" e___e; THEY start yelling at each other. I'm like "What the... I... hardly.. know either of you. the heck..."&lt;br /&gt;TO MAKE THIS SHORTER. Danny now thinks I'm his girlfriend .___.; Maybe this is why (LETS REFER TO MY CURRENT CRUSH AS.... Nathan.) doesnt want to date me. Because people like Dan....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-.... Anyway. Its obivious Nathan is over me..... Gee. The guys I actually do like forget about me seconds after our breakup. Guys that I DONT like dont want to let me go - -"....&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE I JUST FALL FOR WEIRDOS?....Probably &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;;;;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6060852062462470190?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6060852062462470190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-no-i-falling-for-someone-i-dont-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6060852062462470190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6060852062462470190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-no-i-falling-for-someone-i-dont-even.html' title='Oh no! I&amp;#39;m falling for someone I dont even know!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-5452831414971871071</id><published>2010-03-14T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost sleep. RRRARAARRWRWRARARRR!</title><content type='html'>LETS TALK SHALL WE. We'll I'm cranky as a motherfucker since I lost 1 HOUR OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I COULD HAVE DONE WITH THAT HOUR? Well.. I didnt really sleep last night anyway. No clue why I'm complaining actually. AND I'M PISSED OFF AT MY EX. o__o.&lt;br /&gt;He...asked.. the other chick out. To get back and me. And to show me. How much I hurt him. (I'm so sorry I didnt know we were still together after 2 months of not speaking.... - -") I forgive him though. Kay.&lt;br /&gt;Semi jugdement time. Uh. I was talking to my "Best friend" shes not really my best friend anymore. Since she kind of turned into a snobby ass b-.... Anyway. Shes dating my ex. Of course She always dates MY exes. Get your own fucking boyfriends. Anyway. Shes really...really...really...ghetto. I mean. Thinking shes some kind of gangster. Cant understand a word shes saying Ghetto .___.; and I'll refer to her Boyfriend as.... Sen.. e_e; Hes like. Really smart and sophisticated. Everyone and I mean everyone judges why hes with her. I've...questioned it a few times before. But eh. If he likes her, let him be happy~&amp;nbsp; But what really annoys me about what my friend does. She brags about how she dated my exes o_o She brags about. Lets refer to my group of friends as. Regina, Jenny, and Dena. She dated like. At least 3 of our exes. And brags about how she cheated on them/hurt them and they took her back whatever she did. (I guess she sucks cock that we-.... I totally shouldnt have said that. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;; TOO LATE NOW) Whoa. New song addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bang - Let me hear your voice. Why do people think its weird that I like Korean Pop....? Hmmm.. I'm done for now. End rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-5452831414971871071?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/5452831414971871071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-lost-sleep-rrraraarrwrwrararrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5452831414971871071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5452831414971871071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-lost-sleep-rrraraarrwrwrararrr.html' title='I lost sleep. RRRARAARRWRWRARARRR!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-7336589514669066868</id><published>2010-03-13T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could stop caring.</title><content type='html'>"Because of you, I remember crying till dawn  boy, I regret every time I think about you when my heart was too easy, huh  boy?, I’m too good to throw away and too boring to have, You should’ve  treated me better when we were together why are you clinging to me  now" 2NE1 - I Dont Care Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LOOK. ANOTHER EX PROBLEM! Its like its all piling up on me....&amp;nbsp; k. This guy I've been off and on with since August of 09. talked to me today and wanted to get back together. Too bad I'm with someone I dont even really like at the moment. He was mad. Nothing I'm not used to. Hes always angry about something .___.;&lt;br /&gt;He called me annoying while we were dating. He calls my friends Skanks and Whores at random. ._.; -Sigh- Why do I f***ing want him then.. if I know how much of a douche he can be.&lt;br /&gt;He asked some other girl out just to get back at me. Then he has the NERVE to ask me Why I'm mad. I'm mad because your dating another girl out of hurt. He said we'll get back together once he thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually means. Let me see if things work our between me and this other girl. and if they dont. I'm all yours. .... I'm sick of being someones second choice because the girl they wanted at first didnt feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;I f***ing hate the power he has over me. He controls my emotions. Hes controling if we should be together.&lt;br /&gt;He knows I hate it when someone has control over what I do or feel....&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH!. AND THE GUY I'VE WANTED FOR A LONG TIME DOESNT LIKE ME BECAUSE MY "3903284327487324 BOYFRIENDS"! LIKE I TOLD HIM MANY OF TIMES BEFORE. THEIR JUST MY FRIENDS, HAVE BEEN FOR AWHILE AND ALWAYS WILL BE.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking insecure... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-7336589514669066868?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/7336589514669066868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-i-could-stop-caring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7336589514669066868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7336589514669066868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-i-could-stop-caring.html' title='I wish I could stop caring.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-7465120827396969004</id><published>2010-03-12T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making out and Short Stories!?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. I should write a new story. This time I'm actually aiming for something with... less comedy and action o___o; IDK. Maybe some Suspence! Romance! Angst! What? Those amazing stories on Quibblo inspired me! -GETS TO WRITING- But before I do that... I was talking to my friend Chantella a few days ago right? Blah blah he was talking about some dude she made out with... Then she asked me if I ever made out with anyone. Today... I was actually thinking... I ACTUALLY HAVE NEVER MADE OUT WITH ANYONE. e___e;;; Eh.Whats the rush, I'll do it...whenever. But hey. I already thought up A paragraph of my story. It took me awhile to debate the main characters Gender. I'm still debating.. if I come up with something better. I'll edit. (Atm. its untitled...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"&gt;Locked in my room...Hymming my own personal theme song. "Baby" By Justin Bieber... Why the hell do I like that guy? He probably didnt even reach puberty yet... I'm such a fucking loser, Sitting in my room talking to myself while all my friends are at Lexi's having the time of their lives, When did I become such an outkast.....And who is banging on my FUCKING DOOR!?" Aarah says while getting up opening the lime green door covered in posters of "Big Time Rush" and "2NE1". It was her mother, the woman she used to call her best friend untill she divorced her father. "What is it?" Aarah mumbled before jumping into her bed. "Why dont you go with your friends...?" Her mother spoke softly while touching Aarah's back. "Because...their NOT my friends. Their just a bunch of stupid people who dont even want me around.. and besides. Aaron is with them..." Aarah growled while stuffing her face with her pillow. "You dont really think that... you stopped being around them for Aaron.. and they thought you didnt want them around..." . "WHY do you even want me to go so badly!?" Aarah yelled before turning over. "I just want to see you happy dear..... But since your going. On the way home stop by Kroger and pick up some milk and eggs, your clothes are still on the sofa." Her mother stood up and said before walking out the door. "And have fun!" she closed the door. "...This is gonna be hell.." Aarah thought before getting up and running downstairs. She almost tripped dashing down the way she did. She grabbed her clothes and went back into her room. She looked in the mirror finding everything wrong she could with the outfit. "Its too blue..the pants dont have enough holes.......". She looked one last time before running out the door. It was cold and dark. "This street needs some damn lights..." She thought while crossing her arms trying to keep warm. She saw Lexi's house in full view and began sprinting. She reached the door step and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. "WOOO!!! ANOTHER PERSONNN! YEAH!" A girl wearing a pink party hat screamed before pulling Aarah in.. "That was odd.." she thought looking around for her friends. "I thought there would be more people" as she sat on the floor looking&amp;nbsp; at the group of 15. Jaden waved at her before Nathan slapped his hand down. "Were playing!....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay. Maybe that was..longer than a paragraph. But.. it was pretty good. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I saying? Oh yeah. About the whole Making Out Thing. Or wait.... Crap. I forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goes to play watch TV-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-7465120827396969004?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/7465120827396969004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/making-out-and-short-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7465120827396969004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7465120827396969004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/making-out-and-short-stories.html' title='Making out and Short Stories!?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-1432056412080834965</id><published>2010-03-11T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music, Disney stars and douchebags!</title><content type='html'>Dude. I'm not really that much of a Justin Bieber fan. BUT "BABY" IS THE BEST SONG EVER @___@ -FALLS OVER-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o____o; Anyway. You know what I'm sick of? People ranting about how horrible The Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus, Twilight, and Justin Bieber are whenever their names are spoken, I mean dude. I dont care if you dislike them, Thats your opinion, But if you go on about "OH MY GOD!!!! THEIR SUCH FAGS!!!! THEY DESERVE TO FREAKING DIE! I HATE THEM!" whenever you hear their names, you sound like a complete douchebag. At least be respectful of what I like for jesus sake, I could hate your music with a passion, But you dont freaking hear me saying crap like "EWWW!!! THEIR SO GROSS!!!!! OH MY GOD!!! THEIR SONGS SUCK ASS! HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM!? EWWW!" because I know it'll upset you - -"&lt;br /&gt;I'm also gonna talk about the people that think people that listen to mainstream songs are just losers who only listen to it because everyone else is. These people also only listen to unknown garage... rock bands because they think listening to it will make them more unique and cooler than everyone else. JESUS CHRIST! ITS JUST F***ING MUSIC! THIS IS MORE RETARDED THAN PEOPLE WHO NEVER SHUT THE HELL UP ABOUT HOW THEY HATE HOLLISTER &amp;amp; ABICROMBIE AND FITCH BECAUSE "ITS POPULAR" AND HOT TOPIC IS BETTER. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE BUY HOT TOPIC CLOTHES? If your doing it to be "ORIGINAL" then you failed big time pal .___.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-....Ending rant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-1432056412080834965?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/1432056412080834965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/music-disney-stars-and-douchebags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1432056412080834965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1432056412080834965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/music-disney-stars-and-douchebags.html' title='Music, Disney stars and douchebags!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-8239716304882532070</id><published>2010-03-10T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could read minds.</title><content type='html'>-SIGH- More guy drama. RAAAWWWRRRR. I seriously dont want to turn my blog into some hate machine against my exes. BUT I NEED TO F***ING RANT RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY. GUY I USED TO LIKE. BLAH BLAH. WE REALLY LIKED EACHOTHER. HE ALWAYS. AND STILL DOES THINK THAT I DONT CARE ABOUT HIM. That includes the crap thats going on in his life. Something special hes proud of. ANYTHING! HE THINKS I DONT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;He thinks I have like.... 383893828273737 BOYFRIENDS! CRAP. I DONT HAVE ANY AT THE MOMENT. AND ITS BEEN LIKE THAT SINCE HE BROKE UP WITH ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST because I have these annoying little boys following me around that still make fart and poop jokes all the freaking time. DOESNT MEAN THEIR MY BOYFRIENDS! And WHY does he think I flirt with my guyfriends? DOES HE BELIEVE I'M SOME KIND OF WHORE!? I CANT FLIRT TO SAVE MY FREAKING LIFE. I TRIED FLIRTING WITH HIM (Him as in the guy i'm ranting about) BUT HE THOUGHT I WAS JUST BEING FRIENDLY! URGGG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. Kay end short rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-8239716304882532070?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/8239716304882532070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-could-read-minds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8239716304882532070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8239716304882532070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-could-read-minds.html' title='If I could read minds.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-6271451725156243902</id><published>2010-03-09T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HORRIBLE LOVE RANT.</title><content type='html'>o_o;;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URG!!! I CANT FREAKIN BELIEVE IT! I HATE TALKING TO HIM! I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE IT!!!!. What am I complaining about? I got in a long conversation with an ex boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, The guy I spent 6 months getting over. I was finally at the point that I could say "Eh. Hes my past. I hope he has a good life. I'm totally moved on!" THEN BAM! He talks to me today - -".. I'll never and I mean never know why he thinks I dont care when hes upset/sad o____o; Like. He'll ask me "Whats up?" I tell him. I ask him how hes been doing. Hes all like "Good. Kind of depressed". I'm like "Awwww. Whats wrong?" Hes like "Nothing. Not like you care anyway" EVEN WHEN WE WERE DATING! He would do that.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like "If I cared I wouldnt have asked. Whats wrong?" Then he finally tells me. And its like hes embarrassed when he does - -" HE CONFUSES ME!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-.... I mean... I'd be fine.. without being with him. But god... I still like talking to him.. and would like being more than friends... But... Yeah. He moved on....&lt;br /&gt;I guess holding on to the silly thought that "Maybe he still likes me a bit!" keeps me going... e_e;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-... Love sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6271451725156243902?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6271451725156243902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/horrible-love-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6271451725156243902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6271451725156243902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/horrible-love-rant.html' title='HORRIBLE LOVE RANT.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-2547928155261912981</id><published>2010-03-09T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KAY MAN. LETS GET THIS BLOGGING THING GOIN.</title><content type='html'>UHHHH.....I dont remember rambling about the school i'm going to next year... but if I havent. Hear it is. I'M GOING TO A CHRISTIAN SCHOOOOOL. Yeahh! No more homeschool baby! This means.... I dont know. I'm just sick of homeschool - -" AND WHY THE HELL IS MIMS - Like This ON MY MP3!?&lt;br /&gt;I dont even remember addin-... oh... wait a second. Yeah I do e____e; So anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I WAS THINKING ABOUT.. My ex boyfriend Charlie o_o;.. Since yesterday we would have been together for a year. We dated for like... 7 months. We broke up because his friends always wanted him around and he was afraid of saying no to them e___e;;... I mean. It was like.. so much untill I would talk to him for like... 10 minutes aday and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh- I REMEMBER THE MEMORIES!. With all that.. Reggie and Charlie shit. And ej "Trying to help"&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THAT TIME CHARLIE MET REGGIE... and ej "Tried" to help. It was actually some huge arguement. Reggie was still mad because I left him for Charlie. Then reggie was all "CHARLIE!!! YOU STOLE MAH WOMAN!!!". ._. Then ej is like "AW MAN. YOU GOTTA WIN YO WOMAN BACK MAYN!!!". I'm like "....Guys.. what the hell.." LOL and Charlie is like "I didnt steal her... she came to me. See look." Then he pushed me in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh- As you can see. I still like him - -".. Ej still tries to get me and him back together.. but hes a complete douchebag now e___e;. (T.I - Whatever you like" plays on MP3)&lt;br /&gt;WHEN DID I ADD ALL THESE SONGS!?!?!?!?!?!? RRRRRAAARRRRRWRRRRERERERERr!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.___.;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-2547928155261912981?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/2547928155261912981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/kay-man-lets-get-this-blogging-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2547928155261912981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2547928155261912981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/kay-man-lets-get-this-blogging-thing.html' title='KAY MAN. LETS GET THIS BLOGGING THING GOIN.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-3103287124709331725</id><published>2010-03-08T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT EMO BOYS IN MY DAILY READS!</title><content type='html'>Kay...So... You've probably seen it alot on Blogger. Teenager girls making these "Love Stories" with these "Hot Emo Guys". Before you get the impression that I'm insulting them. HAHA NO. Their freaking addicting - -"&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be pretty dumb at first. But some of these girls are very good writers!.&lt;br /&gt;-Applause to you- Like Allison and her 10 part series. "I'm Your SLAVE". And Sierra! With her 13 part series "Chains That Bind me". Renae and her 21 part series "7 Days". And last but not least. Olivia and her 11 part series "A night under the moon." .&lt;br /&gt;"I'm your SLAVE" and "Night under moon" are the some of the best series I've ever read ;-;! I'll post links later. :D!!! Besides these girls amazing writing skills...&lt;br /&gt;Kay. I was reading some short student flims on SexEtc.com. And like... 3 of them. are about "Absintence!? BUT WAITING IS HARD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the ONLY one who finds waiting for sex extremely easy? well.. maybe because.. theres no one that wants to have sex with me.. -Cough Cough-. BUT. EVEN THESE... HORNY... GUYS IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD. their like... freaking Freshmans and Sophmores and already lost their virginity to some random chick. I mean.. anyway. What the heck is having sex with a freaking. 13... 14 year old boy like anyway!? I MEAN... WHAT? THEY JUST DO WHAT THEY SEE IN PORN? (14 year old: Oh baby...... suck my shoes....Oh yessss!, 14 year old girl: I'm sorry.. what...?)&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. so maybe that whole... sucking on shoes things only happens in lesbian porn. (Dont ask how I know this.. I mean... I DONT REALLY KNOW... what sex is like.. except from what I saw in porn.. And it is really misleading...Oh look.. its 12am.. I'll finish tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-night my Lovers, Haters, And masturrrrrbatuuuurs!&lt;br /&gt;(LOL I STOLE THAT FROM Shimmycocopuffs FROM YOUTUBE... you should seriously check out his videos... their awesome o_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-3103287124709331725?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/3103287124709331725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/hot-emo-boys-in-my-daily-reads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3103287124709331725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3103287124709331725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/hot-emo-boys-in-my-daily-reads.html' title='HOT EMO BOYS IN MY DAILY READS!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-4513691447604107111</id><published>2010-03-08T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeahhhh! Lets Daydream!</title><content type='html'>Wow... I blogged alot today. I GUESS I JUST HAVE LOADS OF SHIT I WANNA TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;So for 9th grade... I GET TO GO NEW BIRTH CHRISTIAN ACADEMY! -Twirls around- WHEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Why am I happy? That place has an awesome learning curriculum!. AND SOOOO MANY ACTIVITIES I CAN DO! WHICH ALSO HELPS THE COMMUNITY! My college applications will look AWEEESOME. I'm trying to Graduate when I'm 16 actually. owo WHAT? its possible! ANDDDD! I guess... i'll take a few college courses for art or try to get into Harvard! And I'm planning on joining the army when I'm 18 or when I finish college. DUDE.... WITH.. GRADUATING AT 16. HARVARD. ANDDDD BEING IN THE MILITARY ON MY JOB APPLICATION! I COULD GET SOOO MANY GOOD JOBS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. maybe I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. So what? &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;; OH! Now I'm gonna ramble about my adult years! Whee! I'm planning to be a lawyer.. or a famous singer. (Well.. being a lawyer is easier... so..)&lt;br /&gt;THENNN. all my life I'll save enough moneyyyy. I'll.. probably get married in my... early 30s? o_o&lt;br /&gt;I'll have children and raise them blah blah blah blah. THENNNN! When my children grow up and have their own familes. I'LL TRAVEL THE FREAKIN WORLDDDD. Dude. I want to see Seoul, South Korea so freakin bad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh!!!-... well that was a nice dream. BACK TO REALITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-4513691447604107111?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/4513691447604107111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeahhhh-lets-daydream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4513691447604107111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4513691447604107111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeahhhh-lets-daydream.html' title='Yeahhhh! 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ITS BECAUSE OF MY ASIANESS", "I'M SO FREAKIN ASIAN!!! HAHAHA!!!". I mean... its like.. "Okay dude.. we get it.. your Asian... Shut up - -..." The worse thing is. They never leave me alone...&amp;nbsp; I could be talking with my friends and they could be around. I could say something like "My head was hurting so bad last night" and someone from their little... "Group" would say "Why should I care". WELL YOU DONT HAVE TO CARE! BECAUSE I WASNT TALKING TO YOU - -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus christ.. Sometimes I wonder if they actually think this or are they just saying all these things to boost their ego because their insecure.... And they ALWAYS have some crazy insult for me. They can do all these.. crazy childish things. If I say anything about it their like "YOUR JUST A LITTLE KID. STOP TRYING TO BE MATURE YOU STUPID TOT. YOUR SOOO IMMATURE!" ._.;;;... You see my point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-...End rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6245939082659892750?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6245939082659892750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/annoying-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6245939082659892750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6245939082659892750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/annoying-people.html' title='Annoying people....'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-2263136542685384042</id><published>2010-03-08T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia Sucks!</title><content type='html'>'I would love to talk to you in person, But I understand why that can't be, I'll leave you alone for good I promise,&lt;br /&gt;If you answer this one question for me, I just wonder, Do you ever, Think of me, Anymore, do you?" Neyo - Do you lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY. Its... MONDAAAAY. What does that mean!? (The start of the week!?) YEAHHHHH! (Weeeewt! -Jiggle Jiggle!-) I cant freaking wait till High School o_o WHYYY?&lt;br /&gt;Public school. Duhhhh! Why am I so excited about Public School? BECAUSE THAT MEANS NO MORE DAILY FIGHTS WITH MY MOM! Because... In homeschool... whenever I get a question incorrect. I get yelled at ._. Yeahhh! less stress for me baby! I've been stressing way to much lately o___o. Enough about that. I'm gonna rant about my horrible school system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. The person over all Georgia Public schools wants (Cathy Cox) Doesnt like my school. Why? Because she needs to fund all the money that is supposed to go to Georgia Public schools. to cover her own personal debt. And since my school (Georgia Virtual Academy) interfers with that... She already made my school change its name! Every other k12 school is called "(State Here) Virtual Academy" Noo. She had to change it to Georgia Cyber Academy. Because it interfered with other Georgia online schools. There is no other online school besides the online colleges.&lt;br /&gt;._.; Exactly... That women is a freaking idiot. She went on "Are you smarter than a 5th grader" about a year ago. You know that show that comes on Fox? Yeah. She won one million dollars, She was supposed to give it all to the... something school for the deaf. Instead. She spent most of it covering her debts.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus christ woman... if your in more than five hundred thousand dollars in debt... what the hell are you buying.... -Sigh- So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-2263136542685384042?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/2263136542685384042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/georgia-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2263136542685384042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2263136542685384042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/georgia-sucks.html' title='Georgia Sucks!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-8825896901018121847</id><published>2010-03-04T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE!</title><content type='html'>LET ME PUT SOME KOOL AID IN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone. Called me a whore... WELL LETS SEE! me and my friends were talking about with race is hotter right? -Sigh- It was all "BLACK! ILTALIAN! BLACK! BRAZILIAN! BLACK! FRENCH! BLACK!" When I finally jump in and say "...Eh... their all right, those latinos are HAAAAWT though." I get this.. odd look.&lt;br /&gt;And get called a whore. e____e;; What? Half my life I lived around latinos. Latinos at my school. Latinos at church, Latinos in the stores. I mean.. Gee. I wasnt trying to insult my own race .___. -Sigh- ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school is going to Six Flags! I totally cant wait. I've only gone to Six Flags ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;Also.. my dad has been..really angry lately.. Well.. more than before. I hate it, whenever my parents are upset. I always get treated horribly. Yelled at for no reason. told to clean this to that. While my brother just sits around told to do nothing e___e; I wish I had the type of parents that listened to their kids and actually helped them. If I tell them a problem, they give me a "Soulution" if I dont agree with it. They start yelling at me. And if I start trying to talk I'm being "Malnpulatetive". So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-8825896901018121847?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/8825896901018121847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/hold-up-wait-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8825896901018121847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8825896901018121847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/hold-up-wait-minute.html' title='HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-7067029400723788508</id><published>2010-03-04T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXES, BEDS AND CHURCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;SO... I was thinking about my exes (Odd.. whenever I listen to a T.I song I think of my exes..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Uh. I was actually thinking about what I saw in each of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm over all of them. And I can actually remember what I saw in them o____o;; BECAUSE I HEAR ALOT OF WOMEN TALKING ABOUT "I never knew what I saw in him!" when they got dumped/dumped him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So anyway. The water main in 301 broke - -" No water pressure untill 6pm. Well.. that what the repair...man..PERSON said. ._.; (I always thought it took longer. but if you can pull it off bro) So... Tommorrow is Friday. owo.. I'm gonna try to go skating with some friends from my school (Ohh! I still havent called Jillian!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(J Holiday's song "Bed" Starts playing e__e I never remember adding this song on mah playlist....)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Odd. I'm actually looking forward to church sunday. Bishop Eddie Long's preaching is actually Interesting to me..... At least I dont have to wear a frilly dress with black dress shoes and stockings to church anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My mom finally realized I was the only 8th grader dressed like that. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Me: MOMMM!!! NO ONE WEARS THIS ANYMORE!, Mom: SO!? YOU COULD LOOK NICER THAN EVERYONE ELSE! JUST BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE LOOKS RAGGEDY DOESNT MEAN YOU HAVE TO ALSO! -We get to church-, -Sees every girl wearing a top, jeans and sneakers-, me: &lt;b&gt;- -"&lt;/b&gt; I told you..., Mom: Shut up &lt;b&gt;._.;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ehh. I'm done ranting for the moment. -Leaves-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-7067029400723788508?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/7067029400723788508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/exes-beds-and-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7067029400723788508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7067029400723788508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/exes-beds-and-church.html' title='EXES, BEDS AND CHURCH!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-84941514002535780</id><published>2010-03-03T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys and Incest!</title><content type='html'>Lets have some fun this beat is sick.. -Walks up to extremely attractive man. Grabs his tie. Pulls him in for a kiss and whispers "I wanna take a ride on your discostick"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o___o. LOL OKAY DONT ASK ME WTF THAT WAS ABOUT. ( -Jiggle- e_e;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. So anyway. My friends.. are pushing me... to date this guy.. His friends.. are pushing him to date me. e__e WE DONT EVEN LIKE EACHOTHER. WE FREAKIN HATE EACH OTHER. THE ONLYYYYYYY AND I MEAN ONLYYY REASON THEY WANT US TO BE TOGETHER is because "We both act white" (well.. I'm so FREAKIN sorry that I aint talkin in dat pebonicz. braggin bout muh swag..talkin bout how all duh boyz liek how muh booteh shakes. LIKE THE REST OF YA'LL! ._.;;;) I mean. I was like "Hi" hes like "....What?" I'm like "...I was just saying high.. Jeez...." Hes all ".......Whatever.." e___e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF TOPIC: DID YOU KNOW THAT INCEST IS ILLGAL? I mean... it willl sound kind of funny in court (Judge: You, Justin Russo... will be sentenced to 2 years in prison, and 5 years probation for having intercourse with your sister, Justin: CORRECTION!, Judge: What?, Justin:&amp;nbsp; She gave me BJ. THEN we had intercourse, Judge: 2 YEARS AND 6 MONTHS IN PRISON!, Justin: What? A guy cant eat beef jerky with his sister before having intercourse with her!?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON TOPIC: He is..pretty hot and all but. Hes a complete jerk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-84941514002535780?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/84941514002535780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/guys-and-incest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/84941514002535780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/84941514002535780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/03/guys-and-incest.html' title='Guys and Incest!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-3254134434740340086</id><published>2010-02-23T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABORTION RANT!</title><content type='html'>You know what... I've been thinking about something lately.&lt;br /&gt;Aborton.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate? These IDIOTS that are all for abortion because "Its our bodies, We can do what we want with them". I dont care who I offend, You get an abortion, Your a murderer.&lt;br /&gt;Say, There was a pregnant woman crossing the street. Driver hits and kills woman by mistake. Driver can be charged with 2 murders. You could be wondering "2? Why 2!? Only 1 person was killed!" You also killed a baby, A poor baby that never even had a chance at life. What kind of sick bastard are you to actually have an abortion, geez. Your child could be the next Bill Gates, The next president. Your child could find a cure for Cancer, AIDs. But you'll never know, WHY? Because you freaking murdered it.&lt;br /&gt;Rape victims shouldnt have abortions either-, Yes. Its very sad that tragic event happened to you, And I'm sorry. But thats still murdering a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, I've asked alot of people irl and online that supported Abortions. I told them "You know that abortion is murder right?" None of them had a responce besides "Its my body, I can do what I want with it".&amp;nbsp; ._.;; Freaking selfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-3254134434740340086?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/3254134434740340086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/abortion-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3254134434740340086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3254134434740340086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/abortion-rant.html' title='ABORTION RANT!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-1325025181456466581</id><published>2010-02-22T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAAHHHHH!!!......NOOOOO....</title><content type='html'>Dear lord.... Monday. My week off school has ended. At least I have no elluminate sessions this week &amp;lt;3 ( -HUGS AND KISSES FOR THE 5TH GRADERS THAT ARE TAKING THEIR WRITING TEST THIS WEEK -)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I'm listening to "Be on you" by Neyo right? Whenever I hear that song I think of my Great Grandmothers funeral. Why? Because we were at her burial site. Everyone else went to go see. I couldnt bare to do so. I couldnt even look at her body in the church...... So I stayed in the car. Turned to a radio station. and that song was on. Yes. I know its about sex o_o;;;... But it still reminds me of that day. -Sigh- I never really knew her. But in the past 5 years I've been taking like... 2 trips a year to see her in Kentucky. So...&lt;br /&gt;I think I was the only one In my family who wasnt crying. or all that sad... I mean... Im not like "She was old, she was gonna die anyway, So why cry?" I was just never that close to her. I thought I'd just be sad later on-&lt;br /&gt;Since that how it is when someone normally dies. o_o;;;;&amp;nbsp; Like, My cousins death. I think for like. 4 days it didnt bother me one bit. She was shot. Some idiot thought it would be a great idea to play with a gun. (GEEZ! YOU THINK PEOPLE WOULD KNOW! THE DUDE WAS A FREAKIN TEENAGER OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT GUNS GO BANG, GUNS KILL PEOPLE, YOU DONT PLAY WITH WEAPONS!!!!!!!) I mean, I was sad. But I wasnt really crying, Then I was cleaning up my room, Saw the necklace she got me for my 10th birthday in my drawer. I started bawling my fucking eyes out o_____o;;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...I didnt even go to her funeral. Well. I was AT the church. But I just didnt go in. So like, I waited outside..... o_________o;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate afking while blogging, because when I come back, I dont feel like typing. -End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-1325025181456466581?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/1325025181456466581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/yeaahhhhhnooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1325025181456466581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1325025181456466581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/yeaahhhhhnooooo.html' title='YEAAHHHHH!!!......NOOOOO....'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-1800887982231414961</id><published>2010-02-22T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNPOSTED SUNDAYS POST!?</title><content type='html'>-Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. So I didnt blog yesterday about Church, (I didnt post my complaint about doctors either...Ah well!) But anyway. I went to sunday school. I NOOOORMALLY dont do that so e_e;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea where I was supposed to go....Dude. New birth is freaking huge. I mean.&lt;br /&gt;The size of 3 super walmarts huge. So then I ended up having these Juniors lead me to my class..... `They wouldnt stop running &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; (I CANT RUN IN HEELS OKAY!?)&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got there, We stared talking about "These pair of shoes we saw in the mall but couldnt get" Every chick in the room talked about the shoes they wanted o_o;; I dont really know much about shoes... I just pick up whatever is my size, looks good, and is under 20$. (Yes. I get 20$ shoes. AJ Wright FTW.) And then we had to imagine our "Wedding day" the room went wild o_o; Everone had it planned out, The colors, The bridemaids, the guests, the location, The man. According to half the room "Their wedding is going to be somewhere tropical and the man is going to be rich and light skinned" (What is with black girls and light skinned dudes... I guess thats why Kavon is admired so much... BUT IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS, THOSE DARK SKINNED GUYS ARE FREAKING HAWT!) And then the "Teacher" talked about how we got all caught up in the future that we ignored the present and thats what happens alot and we forget what god says.. Okay, Im not good at explaining, It makes way more sense if you were actually there. THEN IT WAS OVER. We went into this...looked like a theater.&amp;nbsp; Ah, Im tired. Enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-1800887982231414961?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/1800887982231414961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/unposted-sundays-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1800887982231414961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1800887982231414961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/unposted-sundays-post.html' title='UNPOSTED SUNDAYS POST!?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-1193550503382036689</id><published>2010-02-14T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damage...?</title><content type='html'>"I tried every remedy and nothing seems to work for me, Baby, baby this situations driving me crazy, And I really wanna be your lady, But the one before you left me so damaged" Danity Kane - Damaged Lyrics (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mh7Zs-xESJ0)&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Sigh- I'm kind of feelings weird..about an ex. Giving the whole story. We met, Instant connection, 3 weeks later, we started dating. He says he loves me, I feel the same. My awesome over-protective bestie scares him. He starts doubting our relationship. We have problems, He gets really busy and we go days without speaking, hes in the process of moving on while im thinking of him a 493328292982939 times aday. Bam, We talk, everythings great, We go 3 weeks without speaking, We talk, He believes I wasnt faithful to him and that I was flirting with other guys- When I wasnt, I stop talking to him as much, Because Im afraid of annoying him...He comes back, And is now around all the time, I think were finally gonna be happy together again, Turns out. Hes completely moved on and has his eyes on another chick. This all happened over a course of 6 months... -Sigh-&amp;nbsp; I keep thinking "Why does he want me anyway...he has tons of chicks that want to be his girlfriend...flirting with him...obbessing over him, Me and him dont even have anything in common. Why does he want me!!? Im always getting rejected anyway! Im a horrible person!!" ... Me and him are totally cool now and all. But....it drained my self-esstem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My friend thinks its her fault. And I'd be happy with him right now if she didnt butt-in. Truth is...we would have had our problems anyway, Those breaks without us talking made him move on... Im not mad at him or anything. Im just.......Hurt mostly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;-SIIIIGH-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-1193550503382036689?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/1193550503382036689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/damage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1193550503382036689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1193550503382036689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/damage.html' title='Damage...?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-8231106848419303415</id><published>2010-02-14T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines day! Finally Over!</title><content type='html'>Okay, Oh so exciting Valentines day! Alot of...problems. But. Yeah o____o;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went to church first- Bishop Eddie Long was preaching about Love. I've realized. Now that Im getting older. I actually listen and can relate to what hes saying. He was also preaching about Forgiveness. Which is something I need to do myself. Ah. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, This little 7 year old boy that lives upstairs ran to me with a flower and said "Your Pretty! Be my Valentine!?!?!?" It made my entire day! And then later on....Brandon told me he liked me o______o;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell one of my friends this. But the only thing they'll say is "TOLD CHA SO!!!" .___.&lt;br /&gt;Also. India called me goth LOL Why? I painted my nails black and wore fingerless gloves to church. Hey- I like Black nail polish. and I like fingerless gloves! 1. For Fashion 2. I hate gloves/mittens because its hard to move my fingers. So yeah, At least my wrists and palms can stay waaaaarm.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And my Facebook account got disabled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ahhh......End rant... Good night :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-8231106848419303415?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/8231106848419303415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-finally-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8231106848419303415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8231106848419303415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-finally-over.html' title='Valentines day! Finally Over!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-3822897118842772481</id><published>2010-02-13T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin on babeh!</title><content type='html'>(Hey before you read. Click this link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXBOKVds_6g or go to youtube and search "Panic! At the disco - New perpective" and play it while reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. The guy I love told me he only likes me as a friend and hes moved on. Eh... I cried for a bit. But now I feel like this....huge weight has been lifted. I can finally move on. LIKE. THAT CUTIE CASHIER AT DOLLAR TREE WHO LOOKS ABOUT 24! IM TOTALLY GONNA FLIRT WITH YOU NEXT TIME I COME IN. My master plan? (Me: Hello, Cashier: Hello..-Rings up items- That will be 4.07$, Me: Kay -Gives cash- Thank chuuu, Cashier: Have a nice day!). SEE! Thats some hardcore flirting right there dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I got my hair did yo. Lol. new hairstyle. Everyone thinks I look different.&lt;br /&gt;My brother said I look like the Black Lady Gaga. e____e;;... Uh. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney is kinda right. I should totally try to find a boyfriend o________o;.&lt;br /&gt;(-Goes outside wearing shirt reading "SINGLE"-)...Wow...I'd have every horny guy in the neighborhood at my doorstep - -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of typing, GOOOOOD NIIIIIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-3822897118842772481?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/3822897118842772481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/movin-on-babeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3822897118842772481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3822897118842772481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/movin-on-babeh.html' title='Movin on babeh!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-459997976652046416</id><published>2010-02-13T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FEBRUARY 13TH.</title><content type='html'>"Blame it on the girls that know what to do, Blame it on the boys that were hitting on you, Blame it on your mother for the things she said, Blame it on your father but you know hes dead" Mika - Blame it on the girls Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... the day before Valentines day. Well Im going to dinner tommorrow o_o At that Midevil times resturant in...Atlanta? Im not sure whereeee it is. But it should be fun. Hair appointment in an hour and 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Dude its still snowing like mad. I'll take more useless photos once I leave the house... Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Friends making me feel left out. The stupid thing is- Their doing it on purpose. "Oh Kris! You dont have a Valentine? You should have talked to Brandon....". "Kris doesnt have a boyfriend? HAHA BUT ITS ALMOST VALENTINES DAY!!!!". "Shes gonna spend another Valentines day alone! She SHOULD have called up Brandon!!!!" DEAR LORD. When will people realize I do not like Brandon. AND SECOND! I hate how my friends talk like were freaking 18 year olds. Were still minors. I'm so sorry I dont have this huge romantic evening planned with the man of my dreams - -" I mean so what if I dont have a Valentine? Why do they care so much!? Gaaaah. See look. Now Im pissed off. -Pout- (o___O Anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking up hairstyles online....... I feel like doing something different with my hair.. ALSO. I BOUGHT ALL THIS MAKE-UP AT THE BEAUTY SUPPY STORE RIGHT? I spent like 30$&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got home. I remembered... I dont even like Make-up.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I dig Eyeliner and Lip gloss (Even though I rarely use it....) But I bought crap like Blush, Lipstick, Mascara, Shimmer... Blaaaah. I should...really get a job o__o; I need more cash...&lt;br /&gt;My dad says I dont have to get a job untill im 17 but I'm not gonna be a High school senior asking my dad for 10$ I'm gonna blow on Candy. I feel like rambling. So this entry is gonna be longer. ( -Holds up hands- Like....5 inches longer....LOL!!!!!! e___e; Yes was aiming for something perverted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALICEEE..told everyone I was a Lesbian, Which is totally not true. The stupidest thing? Keith came up to me talking about "How I better not flirt with his girlfriend". He seemed to get reeeeally pissed off when I told him "Dont get your testicles in a knot. No one wants your ugly girlfriend. Geez." What? I dont like his girlfriend okay? e_e; ...Uh. Okay. End rant. -End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I TRIED DRAWING MYSELF. LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IDREWMAHSELF-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/IDREWMAHSELF-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeah....Im so Pro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-459997976652046416?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/459997976652046416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-february-13th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/459997976652046416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/459997976652046416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-february-13th.html' title='HAPPY FEBRUARY 13TH.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-6721183935052220759</id><published>2010-02-12T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2am POST?</title><content type='html'>His breath on my neck, Hands around my waist, The tempure rises while a smell of Passion enters the room. "How can I fall for one so easily.....".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erases from notebook- God, I wish people would stop requesting Yaoi stories from me... I need to focus on my Dramatic Comedy writings - -" Even though writing one fiction wouldnt hurt. But I suck at that kind of stuff.e___e So...&lt;br /&gt;(Btw. Yes the phrase above was something I just wrote. No no I dont know that crap from exprience .___."")&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,. Guess whats tommorrow? VALENTINES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still single. So no Valentine for me. owo. I have a hair appointment tommorrow at 9am. So I should be sleeping. But...Im a Vampire. I prefer sleeping in the daytime Tyvm. I MEAN. DUDE I HAVE THIS EXCITING NIGHT LIFE! So maybe my "Night life" Is just me Watching TV or sitting at my computer... But when Everybody hates chris comes on and "Blame it" comes on the internet radio. IT GETS CRAZY MAN!!!&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; (Wow. I am a Loser.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well.. Im tired....-End-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6721183935052220759?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6721183935052220759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/2am-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6721183935052220759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6721183935052220759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/2am-post.html' title='2am POST?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-8909887816513266537</id><published>2010-02-12T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys! Snow! Ranting! DONUTS!</title><content type='html'>Remember that One day, I held your hands then I kissed your lips then I told you , Our love was meant to be and always will forever - Big bang - Make Love Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell by the song lyrics posted, Im feeling a bit down o___o; WELL THE GUY I LOVE IS CONFUSING ME. ITS COLD!. AND&amp;nbsp; IM BORED. But today was kind of good..&lt;br /&gt;It snowed. owo I haz Photos! (If you live in a place that rarely gets snow, You can see how this is exciting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also. Still problems with Parents, Geez. my Mom is pissed at dad because he cant get off from work anytime she wants him too. - -" Also. I feel like ranting.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I HATE? (Georgia Laws?) Yes. And.&lt;br /&gt;GUYS THAT FLIRT WITH OTHER CHICKS BUT ARE READY TO KICK A DUDE'S ASS IF THEY EVEN SPEAK TO THEIR GIRLFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;I mean...WTF!! IT MAKES NO FREAKIN SENSE! I also hate chicks who think they can date whatever guy they want only because their "Really Pretty" e___e; Like this one Ho I know. She is really pretty. People always tell her she looks like a "Doll" but shes a little stuck up whore because of it. And shes always bragging about "How her boyfriend will never leave her because he hasnt ever dated a chick as pretty as me". She acts like a bitch to EVERYONE, NO ONE knows why. And shes only friends with other girls that act like bitches also. And her friends also brag about their looks. And also... Last complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why. Do all these Horrible and bitchy girls get these amazing guys? And girls that are actually pretty great search high and low for these amazing guys get only get trash...? Urg...more Mysteries of the world. Im done ranting for the night. Bai .___.;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-8909887816513266537?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/8909887816513266537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/guys-snow-ranting-donuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8909887816513266537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8909887816513266537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/guys-snow-ranting-donuts.html' title='Guys! Snow! Ranting! DONUTS!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-2148401078314111785</id><published>2010-02-11T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE BLUES?!</title><content type='html'>DUDE! VALENTINES DAY IS SUNDAY! I HAVE NO VALENTINE! AHHHH!- Wait, This happens every year. o___o; Uh anyway. You know something else? Guys are so confusing, OKAY, THIS DUDE I'VE LIKED FOR QUIET AWHILE.... Seems to show interest in me, Then doesnt, Flirts with me, Then talks about how cute another chick looks. I mean geez... Whitney thinks hes just playing hard to get. I've always hated when people do that.... Why? I suck at games, DID YOU KNOW, I ONCE INJURED MYSELF WHILE PLAYING CANDYLAND? Yes. I did, Thats how bad I suck at games. (Well...Love games and Board games are different...but....) Im trying to work up the nerve to just say "YO. HERES THE DEALIO. IMA ASK YOU IF YOU LIKE ME, YOUR GONNA ANSWER HONESTLY, IIGHT? K, SHOOT. YOU LIKE ME? K BABY LETS GET MARRIED, WACHOWWW!"" (Yes. Wachoww is my new catchphrase)&lt;br /&gt;Also. I found it weird today... I was watching TV with my mom and dad. We have comcast so we were gonna watch Meet the Browns "On Demand" It took awhile to load. And suddenly my mom just got up, stormed off to her room saying "HOPE YOUR HAPPY TOGETHER!" dad tried to grab her hand, She slapped it away and slammed the door. o___o. Geez, Its like whenever I try to do anything with my dad my mom gets mad......-Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;I guess this ends this post. BAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-2148401078314111785?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/2148401078314111785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2148401078314111785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2148401078314111785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-blues.html' title='VALENTINE BLUES?!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-2948445313839721014</id><published>2010-02-10T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:15.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide mouse....?</title><content type='html'>Im...Creeped out atm. o_o&lt;br /&gt;I saw this video on youtube called "suicide mouse" is some 1930's mickey mouse cartoon, under review by this guy named Marvin..Martin something, He thought it was only a mickey mouse walking montage. The clip is 1 minute and 45 seconds long, at last thats what he thought before he uploaded it to his computer. Then he uploaded the file to his computer, Realized it was actually 9 minutes and 4 seconds long, Since the video turns to black for about 4 or 5 minutes, Everyone else who saw it thought the clip was over and turned it off. At 6 minutes you hear this mumbling o_o Then Mickeys face disapears. Then you hear this screaming...Then at 7 minutes you hear the most disturbing scream ever..Like a girl being murdered slowly o_o. Then The buildings mickey was walking past turn to a blur...then after awhile everything starting moving around..... You see these tiny cartoons buildings moving everywhere...But in the background, it appears to be a real life girl, screaming. Then you see this...Night-visioned face, Have you ever seen a persons face after acid has been thrown on it? Thats what it looks like. Its not really all that scary, its more disturbing than anything. If your easily scared I highly suggest not searching it on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;I think the video is fake actually. But still..its really disturbing. and Im shaking just thinking about it o_o (Well...Im a wimp so. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;). My dad came behind me and saw what I was watching. Hes like "...Whats that screaming?" Then at the very end, Mickey mouse face appears. But its blurred. And dad is like "...Krista turn this mess off". I did, Without arguement o_o Its so...weird.. Im still thinking about it. Why Am I talking about this anyway? o_____o;;. Dude. I was gonna try scaring my friends with this.&lt;br /&gt;Then, The more I watched the video...the more scared I got. And realized yeahh. I didnt want to do that.... o_o;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I ACTUALLY...DEDICATE...A WHOLE BLOG POST.TO THIS TWISTED VIDEO? e____e;; Yeah I guess I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-2948445313839721014?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/2948445313839721014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/suicide-mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2948445313839721014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2948445313839721014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/suicide-mouse.html' title='Suicide mouse....?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-1524327996372152482</id><published>2010-02-09T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINES DAY? WHATTT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=What-VALENTINES-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/What-VALENTINES-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yep. &lt;b&gt;e____e&lt;/b&gt; since..im so &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt;, the only thing I like about &lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Valentines day &lt;/span&gt;coming every year is the sales on candy the day after (DUDE!? THOSE PRICES ARE FREAKING CRAZY AFTER &lt;b style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;VALENTINES DAY!&lt;/b&gt; LIKE, 50% OFF ON EVERYTHINGGGGGG!) Anyway o___o; This year, I have no Valentine. owo. Well..even though Im dating this one guy.. I havent talked to him in like a month. I hope hes okay o___o;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the downside about online relationships.... Your probably thinking "&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;WHAT!? ONLINE DATING!? THAT IS SOOOO UNSAFE!!! YOUR DATING A PEDOFILE!&lt;/span&gt;" I could care less atm actually. .__.;;;;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh- Uh, everyone else seems to find Valentines easily- But me, DUDE, I REMEMBER WHEN IT WAS SO EASY TO ME TO GET GUYS! IRL AND ONLINE, Too bad &lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;Karma&lt;/span&gt; caught up with me. e___e;&lt;br /&gt;Or, Maybe I just suck...... o____o. -Cough- UH MOVING ON....&lt;br /&gt;Listening to these....Big bang songs about LOVE and HEARTBREAK are NOT helping my mood atm actually.......I MEAN, I KNOW SO MANY SONGS THAT ARE ABOUT LOVE, FINDING LOVE, TRYING TO KEEP LOVE, LOSING LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;Yet... Im sick of hearing songs from these 18-20 year old girls singing about how hot and fly they are and all the boys want some.....So yeah. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(THEN YOUR PROBABLY WONDERING WHY I LIKE &lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;GIRLICIOUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;..whatever happened them anyway, I heard a long time ago they were big in Canada o___o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im out of crap to ramble about.....-End-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-1524327996372152482?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/1524327996372152482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-whattt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1524327996372152482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1524327996372152482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-whattt.html' title='VALENTINES DAY? WHATTT?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-7949581863993201373</id><published>2010-02-06T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you dont believe me, your prob dude.</title><content type='html'>-Sigh-..&lt;br /&gt;ARE ALL MY EX BOYFRIENDS DOUCHEBAGS!? (Well...Reggie and Brandon are pretty cool...but.) I MEAN, ALL THE REST!? LETS SEE, I SAW 1 EX 4 FREAKIN TIMES TODAY, DIDNT SAY HI TO ME ONCE. I mean, I wasnt expecting me and him to have a long friendly conversation, BUT COME ON!/ WILL IT KILL HIM TO SAY HEY!? AND ANOTHER EX. I THINK HE PISSED ME OFF THE MOST!! HE WONT EVEN LOOK ME IN THE EYE! ITS LIKE HES FREAKING SCARED!!!! .___. Enough about my past...romances. e___e;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate....when you date someone, they are completely AMAZING and then someone comes along and destroys it..... Urg.. Im about to get depressed..-Ends blog-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comic today guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-7949581863993201373?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/7949581863993201373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-dont-believe-me-your-prob-dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7949581863993201373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7949581863993201373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-dont-believe-me-your-prob-dude.html' title='If you dont believe me, your prob dude.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-2549039650649398009</id><published>2010-02-05T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is one ignorant Mom...</title><content type='html'>http://www.parentsconnect.com/connect/boards/general/teen/chat_it_up_thread.jhtml?tID=88997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this article, EVERY TEENAGE GIRL IN THE WORLD IS LOOKING "For their Edward"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude.. really? One of the stupidest things I've ever read.&amp;nbsp; This crazy chick who wrote the article needs to calm down, ITS A FREAKING BOOK, A BOOK! A BOOK MADE FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT! YOUR NOT SUPPOSED TO TAKE IT SERIOUSLY, YOU KNOW WHY? ITS A FREAKING BOOK!!!! Geez, Its obivious Edward and Bella dont have a healthy relationship! All that Edward ditching Bella, leaving Bella, hurting Bella, ITS FOR ENTERTAINMENT! Now who wants to read a story about a happy teenage couple, With a great relationship with no conflict? Uh, NO ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;"She could have made Bella a stronger heroine for girls to look up to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;could've made her less of a doormat and more of an independent young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;woman. Instead she writes Bella as a girl who is clumsy and desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;seeks the attention of the attractive, broody young man in her class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The young man that, despite her better judgement AND his insistence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;that she stay away, eventually controls her whole life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;IT IS A BOOK! What? The writer is awful because she didnt try to change young girls lives with the power and popularity of her novel!?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way that the books are phrased make it seem like abuse is ok, and I&lt;br /&gt;can't condone it. He yanks Bella around on various occasions, even&lt;br /&gt;ignores her wishes and/or protests. If anyone has taken Psych at any&lt;br /&gt;point, you know the patterns of abusive relationships. This is a&lt;br /&gt;TEXTBOOK case of an abusive relationship. You may say that I'm reading&lt;br /&gt;too far into it, that the twilight series is just a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;read for funsies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its supposed to be read for "funsies" only. Like I said over 5 times, ITS A FREAKING BOOK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, End Rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-2549039650649398009?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/2549039650649398009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-one-ignorant-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2549039650649398009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2549039650649398009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-one-ignorant-mom.html' title='This is one ignorant Mom...'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-9063694738875332214</id><published>2010-02-05T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Woman + Public school = o_____O;;</title><content type='html'>Geez, I need to post more...&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! MY MOM SAID.... I COULD GO TO PUBLIC SCHOOL, FOR FRESHMAN YEAAAAAAR. o_____o. Well... being homeschooled since 1st grade, You see how this is kinda exciting to me right? My mom thinks Im gonna act "SUPER CRAZY AND HORNY". Geez.... I really hate it how some of my friends think I'm some alien who knows nothing about the world just because I'm homeschooled. Alice...even tried to "TEACH ME HOW TO BE IN PUBLIC SCHOOL" HOW THE HELL YOU GONNA TEACH ME HOW TO BE IN..... .____. It was so retarded, (Alice: Do you know what homework means?, Me: ....Dude..What?, Alice: Do you know what homework means?, Me: OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT HOMEWORK MEANS!!!!!!!!!, Alice: .... Do you know what lunch time is?, Me: ...... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my point... OH WELL. HERES YOUR DAILY COMIC CREATED BY MYSTERY WOMAN TO BRIGHTEN YOUR DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Fairenheight-2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/xXxagentkristaxXx/Fairenheight-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-9063694738875332214?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/9063694738875332214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/mystery-woman-public-school-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/9063694738875332214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/9063694738875332214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/02/mystery-woman-public-school-oo.html' title='Mystery Woman + Public school = o_____O;;'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-4417158053205876545</id><published>2010-01-31T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Gee, Sundays!</title><content type='html'>OMG!!! A WENT ON A DATE!! I WENT ON A DATE!!! &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I stayed inside watching Degrassi the next generation reruns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id=""&gt;(Quiet. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=""&gt;I never saw the Episode when JT was killed. it was kind of sad. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I FIND FUNNY, THE SEASON 9 EPISODE "You be illin" WHEN JOHNNY TELLS ALI HE HAS A GENITAL WART. And hes like "I found a wart o.o". Ali was like "Where?" And Johnny is like "....On my junk" OKAY. I FIND IT FREAKING HILARIOUS WHEN GUYS REFER TO THEIR NADS AS JUNK OKAY? LIKE AT THIS SCHOOL OUTING, We were playing kickball and this dude got hit in the nads with a soccerball. Hes all "GAHH!!! AHHH!!!...MY JUNK!" LOOOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;o___o..-Cough-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-4417158053205876545?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/4417158053205876545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-gee-sundays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4417158053205876545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4417158053205876545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-gee-sundays.html' title='Oh Gee, Sundays!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-4865317474162557961</id><published>2010-01-29T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YO. PUBERTY RANT MAN.</title><content type='html'>How Gee....What a way to spend a Friday night! Drinking, Club Hopping and trying to get Laid! YEAHHHH! (...Okay..So maybe, Im just sitting at home...In my pajamas...watching TV and blogging, Shut up, Acting like you know me. -Glare-)&lt;br /&gt;You know what I dont understand? Why teenage guys around here walk around shirtless, with their pants sagging... I really and I mean really wanna know who started the whole sagging thing. I mean..geez, what was the person thinking? "I NEEDA SHOW THE WORLD MY THUNDERIOUS MANBOOTY. -Pulls down shorts-" e_____e.....Like. Some of my guyfriends do that.... Walking outside in a group... Everyone shirtless..with their boxers showing- Okay. You know another thing I hate about teenage years. MY GUYFRIENDS HAVE SUDDENLY BECOME ATTRACTIVE. ALL THOSE. FREAKING MUSCLES, DEEP VOICES AND CRAP. WHAT THE HELL!?!?!? LIKE SOME OF MY GUYFRIENDS I HAVENT SEEN IN LIKE WHAT A YEAR!?!?! FREAKING OPENING THEIR MOUTHS WITH THE "-MIMICS DEEP VOICE- YO KRISTA" IM LOOKING AROUND LIKE "Who the hell....WHO JUST SAID THAT!?!??!?!" I WOULD NEVER DATE ANY OF THEM...but daaaaang. @_____@. EVEN MY OWN BROTHER, SOMETIME I CONFUSE HIS VOICE WITH MY FATHERS!!!! (Ej:...MOM....WHERE IS THE REMOTE?, Me:...Dads home? o_o, Ej: Nu you whittle retard.) LIKE. DEAR LORD. WHAT HAPPENED TO THOSE LITTLE BOYS I USED TO THINK WERE STUPID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHHH...IM GOING TO BED-WAKE ME UP WHEN IM 18.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-4865317474162557961?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/4865317474162557961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-puberty-rant-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4865317474162557961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4865317474162557961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-puberty-rant-man.html' title='YO. PUBERTY RANT MAN.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-1443922501938752648</id><published>2010-01-28T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YO RANT BABY.</title><content type='html'>Oh, Shall I tell you about my day of Drama! Romance! Fights! Make ups! Break ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. Because that crap didnt happen. (HAHA.) Anyway. You know what I find odd....I have a cousin, Who is half white half black...and she looks Mexican o___o. I mean...She doesnt look white or black, Just Mexican...o__o. SHE DOESNT HAVE THE HUGE FOREHEAD EITHER, ALL WOMEN IN MY FAMILY HAVE HUGE ASS FOREHEADS. (Why do you think my bangs are so low!!!!???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...Enough about my Bi-racial cousin...&lt;br /&gt;I GOT BABY MAMA DRAMA MAN. (....Okay so I dont.) But.. You know what I hate? When guys use pickup lines. I mean... only a few pickup lines are impressive and creative. Most pickup lines I hear just make me wanna kick you in the nads....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End rant-...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-1443922501938752648?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/1443922501938752648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-rant-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1443922501938752648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1443922501938752648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-rant-baby.html' title='YO RANT BABY.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-6426189977273255842</id><published>2010-01-26T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pregnancy Pact?</title><content type='html'>So I watched "The Pregnancy Pact" on lifetime right? Pretty good movie- Even though I dislike Lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOL I LOVE the scene when Sarah's dad drags her to Jessie's house. And her dad is all "HEY! WHY DONT YOU ACT LIKE A MAN AND COME OUT HERE?" And Jessie is like "o_____o" I kinda felt bad for jessie- -Chuckle- I mean. LOL try coming downstairs and you see your girlfriend's dad ready to murder you and your not sure why. LMAOOOOOO.&amp;nbsp; But anyway. I also found it ironic.. How the girls made a Pact to get pregnant- Not one of them asked their boyfriends. o____o... I mean... come on... I WOULD HATE GETTING PREGNANT AS A TEEN AND HAVING TO BREAK THE NEWS TO MY BOYFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;(Me: Yo. Im Pregnant. Boyfriend: o_______o;;, Me: What?, Boyfriend: ...And the father is who...?, Me: You dumbass, Boyfriend: Exuse me for a second. -Walks into bathroom and shuts door-, -Next morning while watching the News-, TV: a 15 year old boy named... Boorock Johnson was found dead outside his window, Me: FUCK!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOL. Okay... so maybe it wouldnt be like that... (haha! Boorock!) But still. It would be like...impossible. AND. Since im against aborton I'd have to HAVE the child o___o THAT PREGNANCY SHIT LOOKS PAINFUL! YOU HAVE THIS..LITTLE..UGLY WHITE THING POPPIN UP OUTTA YOUR VAJAYJAY. AND TO MAKE IT WORST, YOU HAVE THIS PERSON PULLING THE CHILD OUT OF YOUR VAJAYJAY??? THIS IS WHY,&lt;b&gt; MEN SHOULD HAVE THE ABILITY TO GIVE BIRTH. &lt;/b&gt;THATS ALL IM SAYING. DONT ASK ME HOW, I JUST THINK THEY SHOULD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6426189977273255842?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6426189977273255842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/pregnancy-pact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6426189977273255842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6426189977273255842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/pregnancy-pact.html' title='The Pregnancy Pact?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-1270189612184370147</id><published>2010-01-26T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh..Sweet Maturity~</title><content type='html'>Dear lord....Drama. Okay so. Kev...left his girlfriend- And 3 hours later started dating some other chick. o____o; Who was left to comfort his ex? oh look. ME!! The worst thing is- He was acting like him and this chick were soulmates! Ah well.. Anyway. I was looking at old photos with Tasha, It was of me, Her and Brandon from 6 grade, Haha! Brandon still had braces back then. I think we were like...11? I kinda got sad......I miss those old times, We didnt even know how lucky we were. I asked Tasha. "....Whatever happend to the bubbly carefree boy we used to know named Brandon...", The only reply she had was "Life......" -Sigh- We've all changed..Well me and Tasha are still retards- But... we grew up. Brandon totally changed. Even when I ask him "Why did you change?" He gets upset and insists hes still the same....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....I just hope this wont end like my relationship with Charl-....OH LOOK A BUTTERFLY. -Chase-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-1270189612184370147?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/1270189612184370147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/ohsweet-maturity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1270189612184370147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1270189612184370147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/ohsweet-maturity.html' title='Oh..Sweet Maturity~'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-597025642169467144</id><published>2010-01-23T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh..Thanks Bree...</title><content type='html'>o_____o;;...&lt;br /&gt;Odd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Bree..actually had a moment of kindness... So..&lt;br /&gt;I was sad right? I went outside to read. Bree actually asked me whats wrong o____o He normally ignores me, Blah blah. I tell him Im sad because I annoy everyone, guys think im trash and 90% of my friends think they know "whats wrong" with me.. Hes like "..Hmm..Really..? Sigh.. the times i've been there. Listen Kris..Kristal...Kristen.. Whatever the hell your name is... With relationships, the problem isnt you, Its your friends. I've seen some of your friends, Loud, Rude, Dont care about anyones feelings, They dont even respect the person you have feelings for....I heard some of them, Trash talking them, analyzing every normal thing they do making some big deal out of it. Now- You have made alot of mistakes in the past.. I've seen you mature... I see nothing wrong with you, But... heres.. just some things- Stand up for yourself more against your friends, You do it with everyone else. I know you dont want to hurt their feelings, but they have to act right... dont feel sad...I think your really great, Your a good listener, good advice giver, funny, you act like a complete idiot half the time, but your really smart. Best of all.....you have a big mouth-... ANYWHO! I GOTTA RUN...powerwalk... OUTTA HERE!"&lt;br /&gt;o______o... Im not sure what he ment by the big mouth thing... but Im guessing its perverted...&lt;br /&gt;But its kinda strange- Some of my close girlfriends tell me "What?! YOUR AWESOME OMG!!! WHY DO YOU THINK THIS.!?!?!?! OMG!! DID SOMEONE INSULT YOU!?!?! DO I GOTTA BEAT SOMEONE?" But actually hearing a guys honest opinion makes me feel better o____o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... to deal with my other self-esstem issues... Oh well.. I cant do it all at once...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-597025642169467144?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/597025642169467144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/ohthanks-bree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/597025642169467144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/597025642169467144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/ohthanks-bree.html' title='Oh..Thanks Bree...'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-9149726981203191109</id><published>2010-01-19T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad..? Yep..</title><content type='html'>-Sigh-... Im.. confused. I should be in bed, Since I have that writing test tomorrow... but.. I feel like venting..&lt;br /&gt;So.. I told... Kev.....and Makayla.. About how I completely suck when it comes to guys right? And how Im always getting dumped? Its funny- Everyone knows why I keep getting dumped. Except me...the problem is.. everyone goes on about the negative about me, And then doesnt tell me the positive. Or.. maybe their is no positive o__o&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kev said the reason.. I cant keep a boyfriend.. is because, Im fake. o___o..&lt;br /&gt;o___o Yepp... Im.. "Fake". Wanna know why Im "Fake"? Because. "I dont really like Korean pop, Korean Culture or anime, I just say things like that to make it look like im different from everyone else. I try to hard at being funny and im never serious, I dont know how to be romantic- Ever. And I talk behind my boyfriends back"...... What?..... Dude.. I actually do like Korean pop. I could probably name off every mainstream Korean pop artist right now... I find the Korean language interesting... so. I listen to the music.. but.. I also like.. Techno... R&amp;amp;B... Heavy metal....Rock..And.. Im not a big fan of anime.... I watch animes sometimes, but.. Im not all that into it.. I dont.. try being funny, or random... I just am.. I like making people laugh, Is that bad...? And I always try adding humor during serious situations.... sometimes.. I dont.. but...So what.. I suck.. at romance...And.. I do not talk behind my boyfriends back. Okay. Sometimes when an ex annoyed me I'd say something like "Dear god... that bonehead..." Or "Gahhh...that idiot". I probably shouldnt do that, But alas. I say it to myself.... Oh... and what Makayla said.... was.. just. Evil .____.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. according to her..."You dont know how to be a loving girlfriend! You always find a way to mess everything up! You cheat! You lie! And you never know when to shut up, You annoy people and then you turn emo and expect sympathy!" o_____________o Well yeah.. I do.. mess up.. alot. But I stopped cheating like what..? 8 months ago? I dont lie.... and well.. I do.. annoy alot of people... but..&lt;br /&gt;And geez, Being sad sometimes is apart of life. Why the hell do some people confuse sadness with... Emo-ness... .____.;; Anyway. I mean, Is there anything, And I mean anything good about me!!?&lt;br /&gt;Like.. I dont know.. personality! Views on life!......-Sigh-... I tend to confuse myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-9149726981203191109?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/9149726981203191109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/sad-yep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/9149726981203191109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/9149726981203191109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/sad-yep.html' title='Sad..? Yep..'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-7689893639443993659</id><published>2010-01-19T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace photos..</title><content type='html'>You one thing... that.. kinda annoys me.. Just kinda- about myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THESE.... AGE 11-19 YEAR OLD GUYS TAKING PHOTOS OF THEIR "ABS" AND PUTTING IT AS THEIR DEFAULT PHOTO. I MEAN... WTF? OKAY. Some of them... are... pretty hot but.. -Cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL!!! SOME THINGS I REALLY DONT NEED TO SEE, LIKE A FEW OF MY GUYFRIENDS. THEIR DEFAULT PHOTOS ARE OF THEIR.. "ABS". FIRST OF ALL. I DONT WANNA SEE THAT OKAY? I WOULD LOVE LIVING THE REST OF MY LIFE WITHOUT KNOWING MY BESTIE HAS A SMOKIN HOT BODY THAT I WANT TO BANG AS SOON AS I TURN 18, OKAY?! (...Ignore the.. Banging.. part... &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN, TAKE OF A PHOTO OF YOUR... PENIS OR SOMETHING. SO ME AND A FEW FRIENDS WILL HAVE AN INSIDE JOKE FOR THE NEXT 5 YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Me:... -Giggle-...... 6 inches!)&lt;br /&gt;(Friend: ....LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!! LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;(Guyfriend: What....?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO! LADIES. IM SICK OF THESE PHOTOS WITH YOUR BOOBS ALL OVER THE FREAKING PLACE. I WILL PERSONALLY GO OUT TO VICTORIA'S SECRET, BUY YOU A BRA, AND MAIL IT TO YOU!!!!. I MEAN.. ITS SO CRAZY, WHEN IM SCANNING PROFILES. AND MY DAD POPS UP. AND I HAVE TO EXPLAIN WHY I HAVE WET T-SHIRT CONTEST WINNER 02' ON MY SCREEN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that annoys me..&lt;br /&gt;IF I FIND ONE MORE!!! ONE MORE PROFILE!! ABOUT SOME TWEEN BRAGGING ABOUT THEIR "SWAG" IM GONNA MURDER SOMEBODY!!! IM SORRY LITTLE 11, 12, 13, 14 YEAR OLD KID. YOU DONT HAVE "SWAG" YOUR NOT A "GANGSTA" YOUR NOT A "THUG" YOUR NOT RUNNING ANY SHIT!! .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End rant-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-7689893639443993659?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/7689893639443993659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/myspace-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7689893639443993659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7689893639443993659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/myspace-photos.html' title='Myspace photos..'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-7802933106910872253</id><published>2010-01-12T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Rant here.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen the movie called "Baby Boy?" It comes on BET sometimes, its about the grown man having problems when living in the ghetto.. (Wait. thats the theme for almost every BET movie...) But anyway. Theres this scene where his "Girlfriend" is chasing him through the house hitting him? And shes screaming like crazy like "WAH WAH! JODI JODI! WAH WAH!" And he backhands her and she freaks out with the crying? ._.&lt;br /&gt;I FIND THAT SCENE TO BE ODD... ODD ENOUGH TO BLOG ABOUT IT. Why? Because this chick was beating the shit outta his back. And It looked like it hurt alot AND she was doing this for about a minute. He turns around, Backhands her. And she breaks down like "WAH!!! JODI YOU HIT ME!!! WAHH!!". And he carries her into the bedroom and starts hugging her? UHHH. WHAT THE FUCK.... Okay you know what I find annoying? People who find it perfectly okay for a woman to hit a man. but if a man hits a woman. its "AWWWW NAWWWW!!!!! HE GONE LOST HIS FUCKIN MINDDDD. AW MAN WE GON HAVE TO KILL THIS FUCKER." You getting my logic? Exactly. Something else Im gonna rant about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear alot of the women in my family talking about this. "OH! I NEED TO FIND A MAN! SO HE COULD TAKE CARE AND PROTECT ME!" Do it your fucking self. .____. Okay.. past.. Hundred.. Thousand... Million? Years. Its been the tradition for man to take care of wife/family/house blah blah, and tradition to take care of husband.. kids... YEAH. THAT DOESNT WORK FOR ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end rant. o_o atm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-7802933106910872253?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/7802933106910872253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/pure-rant-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7802933106910872253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7802933106910872253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/pure-rant-here.html' title='Pure Rant here.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-3856431670155717583</id><published>2010-01-10T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy Rant!</title><content type='html'>Sorta depressed atm, Arent I doing my normal activity? Crying over a guy who could care less about me?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose.... &lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt it be easier if we could just..forget our feelings for the people who hurt us?... I wouldnt be in my depression right now I'll tell you that. Something im realizing- Im cursed, I just completely suck when it comes to guys. What pisses me off the most EVERYONE thinks they know whats "wrong" with me.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Your just like every other girl!", "You talk to much!", "You flirt with other guys!". Gee. Thanks so called friends .____.;;; -Sigh- You might not care, But I feel the need to vent. So. Heres what normally happens in my relationships. Guy meets me, Guy flirts with me, Guy asks me out, Guy thinks im the most awesome thing ever. Sounds pretty good so far right?, Guy gets to know me more, This goes 3 ways. Guy thinks im a retard and wants nothing to do with me. Guy is annoyed by me and ignores me forever. OR This happened a few times. Guy completely likes me for who I am. BUT A RANDOM FRIEND OF MINE FINDS SOME WAY TO FUCK IT ALL UP! I tend to annoy people alot... and I mean alot...But the worst thing is. Half the guys I annoy dont even have to balls to tell me "Its over" They have to just fucking ignore me or hide from me. And Im.. just pissed off for months if a friend fucks up my relationship....&lt;br /&gt;I guess..&lt;br /&gt;I vented enough.. o__O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-3856431670155717583?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/3856431670155717583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/guy-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3856431670155717583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3856431670155717583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/guy-rant.html' title='Guy Rant!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-1287701976385590091</id><published>2010-01-07T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed.. Off..</title><content type='html'>o______________________________o;;...&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE SMACKIN SOMEONE ATM... ( -Goes to find little brother- )&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna explain why Im pissed off first, Lets see.. Makayla... We sorta have that friends/enemy thing..&lt;br /&gt;Almost every guy I know thinks shes the hottest thing ever- And she'll date any guy that has the balls to ask her out right?. Then she races to hurt them the most within a time period. Like- Shes currently dating my best friend Brandon. Shes already cheating on him .___.;; Too bad he doesnt believe me because "She'll never do that! She loves me!" Its like everyone has problems with believing me.. I asked her WHY she dates guys, cheats on them and then gives them complete hell. Oh. Her reply? "Its fun." .____.&lt;br /&gt;I FELT LIKE GIVING A SPEECH. BUT SINCE I CANT ATM BECAUSE ITS 11PM. IM GONNA TELL YOU INTERNET. YEAH. YOU. I told this to another friend before.&lt;br /&gt;Im like.. "DUDE... -HEADDESK- YOU BREAK HEARTS FOR FUN!!? WHAT THE HELL. YOU KNOW WHAT. CHICKS LIKE YOU PISS ME OFF. YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS? HORRIBLE SLUT FINDS AWESOME GUY, AWESOME GUY FALLS FOR HORRIBLE SLUT, AWESOME GUY THINKS HORRIBLE SKANK LOVES HIM WHEN SHES ACTUALLY TOO BUSY BEING EYE CANDY OR A GIRLFRIEND TO ANOTHER GUY. HORRIBLE SKANK BREAKS AWESOME GUY'S HEART. THEN ANOTHER HORRIBLE SKANK COMES ALONG &amp;amp; ANOTHER &amp;amp; ANOTHER &amp;amp; ANOTHER, THEN AMAZING GIRL COMES ALONG &amp;amp; FALLS FOR AMAZING GUY. AMAZING GIRL GOES THROUGH HELL AND BACK JUST TO GET THE INTEREST OF AMAZING GUY AND THEN AFTER EVERYTHING AMAZING GUY DOESNT WANT HER BECAUSE HE DOESNT TRUST HER! AMAZING GIRL GOES INTO DEPRESSION, AMAZING GIRL DATES HORRIBLE GUY. HORRIBLE GUY BREAKS AMAZING GIRL'S HEART! AMAZING GUY FALLS IN LOVE WITH AMAZING GIRL! AMAZING GUY GOES THROUGH HELL &amp;amp; BACK JUST TO GET THE INTEREST OF AMAZING GIRL. AMAZING GIRL DOESNT WANT AMAZING GUY BECAUSE SHE THINKS HES LIKE THE OTHERS, AMAZING GUY GOES DEPRESSED!!! BAM!!!! ITS A MOTHERFUCKING CHAIN REACTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO YOU THINK THE BLOG OWNER HERSELF HAS TRUST ISSUES NOW. BECAUSE GUY AFTER GUY AFTER GUY AFTER FUCKING GUY APPEARS TO BE AMAZING AT FIRST TO BLOG OWNER, THEN EVERY GUY EITHER GETS ANNOYED WITH BLOG OWNER, PISSED OFF AT BLOG OWNER, CHEATS ON BLOG OWNER OR JUST SUDDENTLY IGNORES BLOG OWNER.&lt;br /&gt;BAM, AMAZING GUY COMES ALONG &amp;amp; FALLS FOR BLOG OWNER, BLOG OWNER DOESNT TRUST AMAZING GUY, AMAZING GUY GETS TIRED OF TRYING TO DATE BLOG OWNER AND HATES HORRIBLE SKANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ANOTHER RACE OF THE BROKEN HEARTED IS BORN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;._____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. Im done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-1287701976385590091?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/1287701976385590091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/pissed-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1287701976385590091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1287701976385590091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed.. Off..'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-9074758526094612440</id><published>2010-01-07T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kentucky. Oh baby. O___O;;;;</title><content type='html'>So I was just on Perezhilton.com right? First time being there. I actually thought it would suck o__o&lt;br /&gt;Felt the need to share that.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I WAS JUST LISTENING TO "Famous girl" By Chris Brown. (Off-Topic. I also found it strangely hilarious how Perez refers to chris brown as "Beat-Her-Down" -Giggle-) ANYWAY. I THINK ITS THE BEST CHRIS BROWN SONG EVERRRR. -Spazspazspaz-.&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, Im blogging about nonsense! (Isnt that what I.. always do...)&lt;br /&gt;BUT YEAH. BUT IN THE MORNINNG.. Im leaving for Kentucky for Grandmothers funeral..&lt;br /&gt;So.. Yeah. I dont like being in kentucky o_o Theres nothing to do there. Well. Im leaving at 9pm as soon as we pick up the rental car. We probably wont be able to leave till 12pm due to ice on the roads and interstates being closed. (Atlanta really freaks out when it snows.. Like today. All Metro Area schools got out early due to snow that didnt even stick to the ground). Lol Im only gonna be in Kentucky for one full day.&lt;br /&gt;Since its a 6 hour drive there and were gonna be leaving late. And then Im leaving Sunday morning at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna take shitloads of photos, Since so many blogs have pictures and my blog feels nude without them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-9074758526094612440?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/9074758526094612440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/kentucky-oh-baby-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/9074758526094612440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/9074758526094612440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/kentucky-oh-baby-oo.html' title='Kentucky. Oh baby. O___O;;;;'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-3997244216567530081</id><published>2010-01-03T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow..</title><content type='html'>.____.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... My dad went to the store right.. when he came home. He started yelling ._.&lt;br /&gt;Because the house was messy. THE HOUSE WAS THE EXACT SAME WAY IT WAS WHEN HE LEFT BECAUSE I WAS ON THE COMPUTER AND EJ WAS SLEEPING...&lt;br /&gt;And yep.. I hate when my dad yells. why? It reminded me about my past boyfriends. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Because every guy I dated at one point said they "Love me" then I end up pissing them off or annoying them.&lt;br /&gt;They break up with me and either Stay mad at me forever, Avoid me, Hate me, or just curse me out...&lt;br /&gt;Main reason I dont really trust anyone.. Because everyone breaks their promises and everything they say..&lt;br /&gt;I just fail with guys.. I even try being different.. .. they still leave me. My friends try telling me. "Im just this amazing girl and no guy I know has the balls to handle me"&lt;br /&gt;But come on... almost every guy..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-3997244216567530081?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/3997244216567530081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3997244216567530081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3997244216567530081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html' title='Wow..'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-510847806874216576</id><published>2009-12-30T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gahhh...</title><content type='html'>Dear god.. Im not over him ._.&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny.. how guys can just forget me easily. Yet it takes forever for me to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;We havent spoken in like.. 3 weeks.. I probably dont even enter his mind anymore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Hes probably moved on with his busy life. I could think of a million girls better for him.&lt;br /&gt;It was probably my fault. We had nothing and I mean nothing in common. But of course. we fell in love with each-other. Then I made the tiniest mistake.. the tiniest mistake possible and I fucking changed that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do when I think of our memories is faceplant into the nearest object and wish that I could go back in time....&lt;br /&gt;And i'd do anything to get him to talk to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-510847806874216576?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/510847806874216576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/gahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/510847806874216576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/510847806874216576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/gahhh.html' title='Gahhh...'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-4948975057889937586</id><published>2009-12-23T22:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC WALMART MOMENT.</title><content type='html'>FUNNY WAL-MART MOMENT EVER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in the checkout line. I picked up a magazine and started to read. The cashier lady got a tude and was like "Uhh.. If your not gonna pay for that magazine, PUT IT DOWN!" I mean, The lady could have nicely said "Are you going to buy that? If your not im sorry but your going to have to put it down" I would have been annoyed and wondered why. but I wouldnt have been so pissed off. Im like "What? I always do this when I come here.." The cashier lady is still pissed off for some reason and is like "Since your not gonna pay for it. PUT IT DOWN!!!!!!" My dad is like "Just put it down Krista..." I tell my dad how I always do this. hes like "I know, shes probably on the rag though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people behind us almost died of laughter. The cashier lady stayed quiet. IT WAS SO AWESOME!!!!!!! And when she was done ringing up everything my dad was like "Happy holidays!!" And the lady is like "...Uhhh huh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-4948975057889937586?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/4948975057889937586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/epic-walmart-moment_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4948975057889937586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4948975057889937586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/epic-walmart-moment_23.html' title='EPIC WALMART MOMENT.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-8816448498470999428</id><published>2009-12-23T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC WALMART MOMENT.</title><content type='html'>FUNNY WAL-MART MOMENT EVER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in the checkout line. I picked up a magazine and started to read. The cashier lady got a tude and was like "Uhh.. If your not gonna pay for that magazine, PUT IT DOWN!" I mean, The lady could have nicely said "Are you going to buy that? If your not im sorry but your going to have to put it down" I would have been annoyed and wondered why. but I wouldnt have been so pissed off. Im like "What? I always do this when I come here.." The cashier lady is still pissed off for some reason and is like "Since your not gonna pay for it. PUT IT DOWN!!!!!!" My dad is like "Just put it down Krista..." I tell my dad how I always do this. hes like "I know, shes probably on the rag though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people behind us almost died of laughter. The cashier lady stayed quiet. IT WAS SO AWESOME!!!!!!! And when she was done ringing up everything my dad was like "Happy holidays!!" And the lady is like "...Uhhh huh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-8816448498470999428?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/8816448498470999428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/epic-walmart-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8816448498470999428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8816448498470999428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/epic-walmart-moment.html' title='EPIC WALMART MOMENT.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-837403424748044256</id><published>2009-12-22T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Stupid Ho..</title><content type='html'>You know what....&lt;br /&gt;Mikayla- That ho.. Why did I call her a ho? Well. 2 days ago I was with a group of friends and this guy she likes, named Daniel walked up and started talking to everyone, Mikayla was there. Daniel is my ex. The only thing we have in common is that we have a passion for skateboarding... So yeah. Break-up!, anyway. Me and him started having a conversation about how bad he cut up his knee's trying some new trick on his skateboard. Mikayla became furious... because she thought I was flirting with him...&lt;br /&gt;SO YESTERDAY! I GO TO THE MAILBOX TO GET THE MAIL! Mikayla was dropping off her parents rent check at the front office. That chick STOPPED ME and was like "Just so you know, Me and Daniel are together now. I suggest backin off before you get cut, were totally in love! we just get each-other. Hmmp! Bet you cant even get that kinda chemistry with someone, mostly because no guy can stand you!. Haha. Stupid whore" LOL I found it hilarious how she expected me just to take that. Oh my reply? I was like "Oh good! Finally Daniel can stop trying to win me back, It got so annoying with him buying me things and doing everything to be my dream guy. Hm. I guess hes good with you.. even though I wouldnt call that little kindergarden playground romance actual love. Oh, and for the record about the me backing off part.. If I wanted Daniel. I could have him, unless you plan on getting your little fragile heart broken. I suggest *you* should back off. Kay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay did I lie about a few things I said? Yeah, Did Mikayla totally believe it? You bet your apple juice she did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Feels victorious-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-837403424748044256?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/837403424748044256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-stupid-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/837403424748044256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/837403424748044256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-stupid-ho.html' title='That Stupid Ho..'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-7260938021074258926</id><published>2009-12-22T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa</title><content type='html'>I've gone too long without blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate starting new blogs- but eh. the other one was too full of negative comments and threats.&lt;br /&gt;So. New blog number 3. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. last night at like 4am. I heard the weirdest sound.... o_o It sounded like a 13 year old boy... He was screaming for help o____o. He was all "MOM!! DAD! HELP!!! PLEASE!!!" At first I thought it was from the TV. then I kept hearing it for like 2 minutes and it got louder o_o So I started to panic.&lt;br /&gt;I could have played the hero. Running outside in my super hero cape saving the damsel! But... Yeah Im scared of the dark so I just told my mom.&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as I got my mom... the noise stopped.... Really freaky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-7260938021074258926?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/7260938021074258926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7260938021074258926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7260938021074258926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoa.html' title='Whoa'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-6102963008069197287</id><published>2009-12-16T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys.. BE A BIT EASIER!</title><content type='html'>Dear lord..&lt;br /&gt;Well my week sucks frozen waffle cock. So. the guy I like has moved on. -Sigh- its all my fault anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And.. christmas is coming- Havent really been in the spirit. I could insult my alter- But.. eh shes confused too.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with my friend Donna about this. And well. we wonder the same question.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly WHY are guys so fucking impossible? I mean. dear lord... It would be way easier if every guy in the world could just tell a girl how they actually feel insted of playing some stupid game! I mean if some of my past crushes told me "Im sorry Shadow- Im just not into you like that" I WOULDNT HAVE WASTED SO MUCH TIME ON THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously. I've been way to much to appreciate a game. No- Dont fucking test me to see if I really like you. TELL ME AND I'LL TELL YOU GODDAMNIT! ._.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I do NOT wanna go through this after this after this to find out YOU might not even like me.&lt;br /&gt;Eh. I probably sound bitter.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess im just tired. ._.;;;;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6102963008069197287?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6102963008069197287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/guys-be-bit-easier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6102963008069197287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6102963008069197287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/guys-be-bit-easier.html' title='Guys.. BE A BIT EASIER!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-46941313338207222</id><published>2009-12-16T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys.. BE A BIT EASIER!</title><content type='html'>Dear lord..&lt;br /&gt;Well my week sucks frozen waffle cock. So. the guy I like has moved on. -Sigh- its all my fault anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And.. christmas is coming- Havent really been in the spirit. I could insult my alter- But.. eh shes confused too.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with my friend Donna about this. And well. we wonder the same question.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly WHY are guys so fucking impossible? I mean. dear lord... It would be way easier if every guy in the world could just tell a girl how they actually feel insted of playing some stupid game! I mean if some of my past crushes told me "Im sorry Shadow- Im just not into you like that" I WOULDNT HAVE WASTED SO MUCH TIME ON THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously. I've been way to much to appreciate a game. No- Dont fucking test me to see if I really like you. TELL ME AND I'LL TELL YOU GODDAMNIT! ._.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I do NOT wanna go through this after this after this to find out YOU might not even like me.&lt;br /&gt;Eh. I probably sound bitter.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess im just tired. ._.;;;;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-46941313338207222?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/46941313338207222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/guys-be-bit-easier_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/46941313338207222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/46941313338207222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/guys-be-bit-easier_16.html' title='Guys.. BE A BIT EASIER!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-5703714877896589824</id><published>2009-12-16T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Sigh...-</title><content type='html'>Uh.&lt;br /&gt;Weird.. week..&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.. I was playing truth or dare with some friends...&lt;br /&gt;Keenan and Brandon were dared to kiss each other- And they did. (Yes I was jealous!)&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Also... I've been thinking about this guy lately... And well. it reminded me how like.. every guy i've dated has either Dumped me, Neglected me or even forgotten me.&lt;br /&gt;so.. Yeah.. I just think somethings wrong with me o_o And yeah... Im considering that I shouldnt even date anymore. The same shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;Is it my personalty? I mean.. come on.. all those guys doing that? I cant blame them ALL.&lt;br /&gt;-Headdesk- So what do I do now.&lt;br /&gt;Act if nothings wrong? Well. i've been doing that for awhile now- Why stop?&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-5703714877896589824?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/5703714877896589824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5703714877896589824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5703714877896589824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh.html' title='-Sigh...-'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-5744599327954447087</id><published>2009-12-11T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon....</title><content type='html'>His boyfriend left him...... guess who he came crying too? Yep, ME. I like helping brandon.... but when I do he always insults me! -Sigh- some of my readers from my other blog remember the "Nice, sweet, random, funny" brandon. the guy who used to chase after me and I always turned him down.&lt;br /&gt;But. this dude named Keith said he saw me making out with cory. (Cory fucking died when he heard this) Brandon somehow believed him. and to this day he still believes I did. And he "Hates me forever" yet wants me to comfort him when he gets hurt. Do I really mind? Nope... Then why am I complaining? -Shrug-&lt;br /&gt;What was I saying? Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the picnic benches with brandon. this girl came to talk to him. Her name is natoy.. Yes.. Natoy. I thought it was japanese... but no. its just something random her parents came up with.&lt;br /&gt;Shes like "Brandon... im soooooooo sorry!!" Then she notices me and is like "Oh... Your with someone else already?" I whispered. "I fucking wish." while brandon told her he could never date a creature like me. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Natoy is all "OHHH... Im natoy.. I go by nat though. if you ever need a shoulder to cry on... im always avalible!" she started winking and swinging her hips as she walked away -w- Brandon was checking her out! and didnt even TRY hiding it. I asked brandon why he hates me. he couldnt give me ONE REASON!&lt;br /&gt;-Headdesk-&lt;br /&gt;Not like I wanna date him again anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh- The memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-5744599327954447087?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/5744599327954447087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/brandon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5744599327954447087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/5744599327954447087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/brandon.html' title='Brandon....'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-2361441294860204786</id><published>2009-12-08T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going solo? LOL</title><content type='html'>You know what&lt;br /&gt;I AM...JUST GONNA GIVE UP DATING! (Person: Nooo Shadow! Dont!) IM SORRY. JUST TO MUCH DRAMA FOR THIS GIRL (Hot shirtless guy with awesome abs and smile: What? Fuck. When I finally got the nerve to ask you out.~ Ah. Oh well. All is fair in love and war.)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!? WAH! COME BACK! I WAS KIDDING! (Fact: Shadow needs to get a life. Heehee)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. First of all. As my uncle brother said it! (Yes.. My uncle's name is "Brother" Dont ask....)&lt;br /&gt;He said "You'll find true love when you find it Shadow! Dont stress over random guys now! You got plenty of time for that bullshit. Mellow out!".&lt;br /&gt;Erm...&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;Actually he said "TONI, DIS NEGRO OVER HERE GOT A BOYFRIEND, YA'LL DONE GAVE DIS CHILD DATING RIGHTS?" -Cough- I managed to find the good... out of..It.. -Cricket-&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN COME ONNNN. I GOT MY YOUTH! MY HEALTH! MY JAW DROPPING LOOKS! I COULD GET ANY GUY I WANTED WITHOUT ANY WORK! CORRECT?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. WRONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-2361441294860204786?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/2361441294860204786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-solo-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2361441294860204786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/2361441294860204786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-solo-lol.html' title='Going solo? LOL'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-4333948465496469556</id><published>2009-12-07T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highschool.</title><content type='html'>-Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming with my fellow 8th grade homies- About high school next year.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Degrassi is not helping either. Tasha even asked me who I wanted to be in highschool.&lt;br /&gt;I guess "Me" wasnt good enough. She was all "ITS HIGHSCHOOL! NEW SCHOOL! NEW BEGINNINGS! WE CAN DO ANYTHING! IM TOTALLY GONNA BE A CHEERLEADER!"&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh... Cheerleading.. Not for me xD.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be some...Super...awesome...Debate team..Member..Yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. WHO IS ALSO GONNA TRY OUT FOR THE FOOTBALL TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;-Sound effect of coach blowing whistle and male football player yelling "HUT HUT!"-&lt;br /&gt;What? You think i'll get destroyed being on a male highschool football team?. Yes. I probably will. AM I GONNA TRY ANYWAY? CHYEAHH! Who cares if the coach doesnt want me on the team? I'LL FIGHT BABY! LIKE PENNY ON THE PROUD FAMILY, LIKE JANE FROM DEGRASSI! LIKE.. I FORGOT THAT GIRLS NAME BUT SHE WAS FIGHTING TO BE ON THE FOOTBALL TEAM IN AUGUSTA,GEORGIA!&lt;br /&gt;Im intelligent! im outspoken! I CAN CONQUER ALL BABY! Anyway. I've been told I gotta act more mature for highschool. Psh....Psh....PSH! Im like...Super...Uber...1337...Mature. (Did I just say 1337? -Washes mouth out with soap-) Anyway. I tend to be hated alot...by alot of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chyeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh? And who likes my new word? "Chyeahhh"? Bangin awesome right? And yes...I just said Bangin awesome. -Dusts off shoulders- Chyeahhh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-4333948465496469556?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/4333948465496469556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/highschool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4333948465496469556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4333948465496469556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/highschool.html' title='Highschool.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-6137014191104536286</id><published>2009-12-06T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SPRUNG ANKLE.</title><content type='html'>Lol. My cousin is in the hospitial. and I sprang my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. What happend you wonder?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is in the hospitial about some..Kidney stone thing.&lt;br /&gt;My dad couldnt stop making jokes while we were there. In the elevator. He was like "Hey Jan...Jan..You know that Kidney stone has to pass right....Guess where it comes out.. -Laughs uncontrollably-" I wasnt really paying attention untill he yelled "STRAIGHT THROUGH THE DINGHY!" Im thinking "What the fuck is a dinghy.....is this man trying to say cock?" OH. AND WHEN WE GOT TO THE ROOM. HE WAS STILL LAUGHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Andre looked so pissed at him. LOL. And when we were about to leave I padded him on the head and was like "Stay gold, Player." HE TRIPPED ME!!! and Yep..I fell some really strange way..and sprang my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;OH BUT WHEN I FELL. andre was like "Aww. Stay gold player" ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...Yep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owww.. I can hardly walk.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6137014191104536286?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6137014191104536286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sprung-ankle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6137014191104536286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6137014191104536286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sprung-ankle.html' title='MY SPRUNG ANKLE.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-4958246855554653798</id><published>2009-12-06T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adults SUCK!</title><content type='html'>So last week was my cousins 18th birthday. I hung out with him and the rest of my family.&lt;br /&gt;Today. He promised to take me, ej and jousha to see a movie. It was totally fun.&lt;br /&gt;Me and ej like...saw this oddly shaped piece of popcorn on the ground. Ej is like "Hey krista...What does that remind you of? -giggle-" Only ej could possibly be reminded of dick when looking at popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was like "Wooow. Arent you too young to be thinking of that kind of stuff ej?"&lt;br /&gt;I mean....WTF? HE HEARS ME, EJ AND MY COUSIN JOUSHA TALKING ABOUT RANDOM NASTY SHIT ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats my point your wondering? I've noticed with alot of people I know. When they turn 18. Its like their the older more mature ones. and if anyone under the age of 14 says anything about Sex, Drugs or anything else off topic. Its all "Your too young".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion of my conpiracy. I think anyone over the age of 18 should be sent to mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time. -Bow-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-4958246855554653798?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/4958246855554653798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/adults-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4958246855554653798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4958246855554653798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/adults-suck.html' title='Adults SUCK!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-8126943990198972783</id><published>2009-12-05T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complimenting me in spainish?</title><content type='html'>WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!&lt;br /&gt;ALERT: Mystery Woman has found a love interest. (Before you guys spam my hotmail inbox. No. hes not the next Mystery Man....Yet)&lt;br /&gt;So. I was sitting in a tree. Yes. A tree. Reading (I very much enjoy sitting in a tree reading Diary Of A Wimpy Kid. Which i have already read 5908435 times)&lt;br /&gt;These like...group of 5 guys. Who all looked like skaters. (Oh lala~ LOL) Were walking past. One spotted me in the tree and was like "What the hell...Is that a person in that tree? GUYS. WHAT THE HELL!!! LOOK!"&lt;br /&gt;I just waved. LOL they all looked at me like I was crazy o_o This dude. Later found out to be named Cade.&lt;br /&gt;Who asked me what I was doing in the tree. He told me it was unsafe to be up in a weak tree so high, and I should get down. Normally I would tell the person to mind their own fucking business. But. I actually listened o_o (Uh oh~) And guess how I completely embarrased myself? I jumped down from the tree. And My shirt got caught on a branch. ._. It also cut my skin...e.e Half my bra was fucking showing.&lt;br /&gt;THE GROUP OF GUYS WERE LAUGHING LIKE SHIT! Cade was the only one who helped me. Cade was all "You look familar... I think i've seen you before..I just dont know whereeee." Alot of people say I look familar for some reason. o_O He asked me my name. One of cade's friends. Later learned to be named Ryan was like "dude, stop flirting with the chick, dear gawd." LOL. CADE FLIPPED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;I found it pretty funny. Anyway. Then tasha came screaming for me and was like "UHM, KRISTA!!! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!! BREE TROUBLE!" She just told me about how brandon was gloating about sex with his boyfriend. I could tell it was a lie. Since Brandons last sucidie attempt. His parents have been tracking his every move. and I wanted to slap tasha when we was like "Brandon also said you looked really hot when your shirt got caught on the branch!!!" FUCK!! IF BRANDON SAW IT. WHO ELSE DID!?!?!?!?! O_O&lt;br /&gt;(FUCK. FUCK FUCKITY FUCK!!!!! GAH!!! -CONTINUES SWEARING) Then she was all "Ohh...And who is this?" Oh.&lt;br /&gt;(Cade:...Me?, Tasha: ya, Cade: Im cade..?, Tasha: Hi Cade...why are you carrying a skateboard?, Cade: I was practicing....Why?, Tasha: OMG. YOUR ANOTHER ONE OF MYSTERY'S SKATEBOARDER FRIENDS!?, me: Hey..We are more than skaters. We are people! -fake crying-, Cade: Ohhh. So your into boarding too?, me: Ehh..yeah, Cade: I bet you rock at it, Me: Ive been skating for 6 months. Still not improving, Cade: Nonsense! Are you still falling on your ass every second?, Me: Uhm nope!, Cade: THEN! YOU ARE PRO!, Ryan: CADE! CADE! as much as I would enjoy seeing you flirt with another black chick. Im bored. Im leavin, Cade: .........Racist..?, Ryan: My girlfriend is half black. SO ITS NOT RACIST AT ALL!!!!, Cade: Shut up, Ryan: Just trying to shut the white man down, Cade: ONLY YOUR GRANDMOTHER WAS WHITE!, Ryan: Well I have never seen such racism!, Cade: ....Sorry...about him..Mystery Woman..., Me: -Giggle- Noooo problamo, Ryan: OH! AND SHE JUST MADE A MEXICAN JOKE! PROBLAMO!?, Cade: RYAN IF YOU DONT SHUT UP!, Ryan: Your racism hurts dude...UHH..SO ANYWAY. BLACK CHICK CADE STRANGELY HAS INTEREST IN! WHAT YO AGE SHAWTAYYYY!, Cade: RYAN!!!!!!!, Me: Uhm, Im (age censored to keep my blog ID Mysterious), Ryan: Aint that a white girl name?, Ryan: So.1 year younger than cade, I ALWAYS KNEW CADE WAS ATTRACTED TO YOUNGER WOMEN!, Cade: RYAN SHUT UP!, Ryan: I HEAR WEDDING BELLS!, Cade: NO YOU HEAR MY FIST ABOUT TO MEET YOUR FACE, Ryan: THAT AINT GOT A SOUND MAN!, Cade: GAH!!!...i;ll catch you later mystery woman. Bye, Me: Bai!, Ryan: -Mimicing me in dreamy voice- Baaaaiiiiiii!, Me: -Glare-, Ryan: No need to shoot the 2 handed swords from chur eyes!, Tasha: HEY RYAN!, Ryan: HEY PRETTY LADIEEE, Tasha: You wanna be mah boyfriend?, Ryan: SURE!, Me: What the fuck...., Cade: Gawd....COME ON...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;o3o Thats how it happend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-8126943990198972783?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/8126943990198972783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/complimenting-me-in-spainish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8126943990198972783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/8126943990198972783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/complimenting-me-in-spainish.html' title='Complimenting me in spainish?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-3456978353185404615</id><published>2009-12-05T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the answers!</title><content type='html'>On my livejournal advice blog. Someone asked me.&lt;br /&gt;Q:" "hewwo, shadow. you act like your an expert sometimes are you?"&lt;br /&gt;A: Lol. naw. Im just a teen who shares her "Smarticles" and rants on my blogs. Im no where near an expert. Hmm.Being a expert.. -Crazy idea-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Hewwo Shadow!!! Why are you mysterious!? I wanna know more about you!&lt;br /&gt;A: I like being Mysterious! And I dont share any personal details because... Someone I know irl could stumble accross one of my blogs...And...yeah...&amp;gt;.&amp;gt; If someone DOES find one of my blogs. They have zero proof its me! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: hewwo, Shadow your always talking about these boys thinking their thugs, random gunshots and how horrible your neighborhood is uh... not trying to offend but you live in the hood dont you? ROFL&lt;br /&gt;A: I sorta do actually LOL!!!!!! Eh. When your house was taken away by the bank. and your parents only have 800$. You move into any neighborhood you can find at that price. So...LAHHH! My horrible neighborhood. it was actually pretty nice looking when I moved in! But...a few months later..ehh...the horrible-ness again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-3456978353185404615?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/3456978353185404615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-got-answers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3456978353185404615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3456978353185404615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-got-answers.html' title='I got the answers!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-1878069246647617871</id><published>2009-12-05T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Woman Q&amp;A!</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;Someone e-mailed me asking about My friends. I thought I gave enough info.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. When im talking about friends. Even though im a Internet Freak. im talking about real life.&lt;br /&gt;Tasha &amp;amp; Brandon. Mah besties. Who both live in my neighborhood. Brandon is tasha's cousin. Who is my ex boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Someone said I was gloating about how many guys flirt with me.&lt;br /&gt;Im not. I hate it. The guys where I live hardly know me. Their all just horny virgins who talk to any girl who is decent looking. Im just one of those girls to them. So yeah...Im not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me why do I call myself Mystery Woman?&lt;br /&gt;I like being Mysterious &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;No one knows my age. or my real name on blogger. some only know my school and state.&lt;br /&gt;So...Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. End answering questions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-1878069246647617871?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/1878069246647617871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/mystery-woman-q.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1878069246647617871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/1878069246647617871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/mystery-woman-q.html' title='Mystery Woman Q&amp;amp;A!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-3183471780594884040</id><published>2009-12-05T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Evil Boyfriends. Ahh.</title><content type='html'>You know what. Friends boyfriends. All assjacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I was hanging with my ...erm...Semi-Friend Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;And her boyfriend...GAH! I WANNA KILL HIM!&lt;br /&gt;So. Tasha was telling me about "This guy thinks your cute Mystery!"&lt;br /&gt;Nicole's boyfriend spoke up and was like "Yeah right. She has a weave! its impossible to think weaves are cute. That guy is blind." I was seriously about to punch his lights out.&lt;br /&gt;But tasha was like "Gah. No. Hes not worth it." Anyway. Tasha went on about how funny this Mystery Guy thinks I am o_o NICOLE'S BOYFRIEND SPOKE UP AGAIN!!!!!! And was all "Funny? Shes fucking retarded. She thinks her randomness is funny. Its fucking annoying. My nicole is the funniest. Thats why so many guys flock to her. Nicole is extremely awesome. She kicks ass. She doesnt take bullshit. She knows when the say the right things. She knows how the fight back and win any arguement. You could never compare to her."&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh. I fucking snapped. I FUCKING SNAPPED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Me: So..your saying. Your In love with a bitch. If you noticed. Only few like nicole. Why? Shes stuck-up. She randomly over reacts and insults people. She fucking puts you down all the time. She dresses like a slut. But her exuse is shes being unique. She could randomly be talking to someone and say "HAHA! YOU FAIL. LIKE LOOLLLLLL!" Or "OHEMGEE. YOUR SO FAT IN THAT. LOLLLLL! I LAHV YOU! LOLLLL!" She has zero common sense. Shes mean. Guys fucking run away from her. Who in their right mind wants to put up with that? She insults your friends. Your entire family. And you know what. Your the exact same as her. Maybe thats why you love her so much. Because your both think your so amazing when actually. Satan himself would call you a bitch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o.... He called me a ugly whore.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough. And kicked him in the testicles. - w - Nicole tried to start shit with me. -Sigh- Oh. I just walked away. Being called a "coward" Eh. I didnt really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL TASHA TOLD BRANDON WHAT I DID. He was too busy mackin on the boyfriend to pay attention. - w - (Dear lord...who knew bisexual males were so horny....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-3183471780594884040?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/3183471780594884040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-evil-boyfriends-ahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3183471780594884040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3183471780594884040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-evil-boyfriends-ahh.html' title='Friends Evil Boyfriends. Ahh.'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-6061820699103041756</id><published>2009-12-05T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women! Lets Stand!</title><content type='html'>Okay...Prue Rant here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was taking about when I get married. Or when I get my "First Boyfriend" (Lol. He thinks I never had a bf. o3o Fail~) He said Im gonna have to bring him home so dad can "Inspect" him.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry. If I just get a boyfriend after 1 day. My dad is not meeting him. Its way too soon.&lt;br /&gt;And my dad said "Your husband better be a good man. Successful. Smart. Able to take care of you and get you whatever you want and need. and do the same for your children"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa whoa. Take care of me and get me whatever I want and need?&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry..I take care of myself. I dont like depending on someone else to get me "What I want and need"&lt;br /&gt;If I see the most awesome pimped out skateboard in the mall. What am I gonna do? Ask my husband if WE can get it? UH NO. Im pulling out my own cash and buying it myself.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like asking for things from other people anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I mean. Husband thats gonna take care of me!? I mean. What the hell is he gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the father and i'll be the daughter who does what my father asks of me?&lt;br /&gt;My parents are like that. I fucking hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should never get married.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because. I do what I want. Whatever I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Im not talking about buying 1000$ clothes with his money. Or making huge decisions without his input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I hear so many women talk about "OH! I NEED A MAN! A MAN THATS A GOOD PROVIDER! AND CAN BUY ME THINGS!" I mean..GET IT YOUR OWN FUCKING SELF!&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE 21ST CENTURY NOW WOMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-6061820699103041756?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/6061820699103041756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/women-lets-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6061820699103041756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/6061820699103041756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/women-lets-stand.html' title='Women! Lets Stand!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-116788505868850399</id><published>2009-12-05T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing!</title><content type='html'>o_o&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck did that post without me clicking the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Brandon &amp;amp; His boyfriend.... Yeah. I admit it. Im totally jealous. I will never let brandon know this though.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. At least hes happy with him. His boyfriend is really nice actually. Lol hes really funny.&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. I even lose guys when I dont do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;That proves im bad luck!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. One day...One day.&lt;br /&gt;-Acts like fanatazing little girl-&lt;br /&gt;I'LL FIND MY TRUE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;-Continues Flying-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-116788505868850399?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/116788505868850399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-more-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/116788505868850399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/116788505868850399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-3010315393174478363</id><published>2009-12-05T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meep!</title><content type='html'>Hmm. I havent been blogging like I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Im sick. Sore throat all day. (It hurts when I laugh man...I LOVE LAUGHING!!!!! -Attenpts to laugh and ends up coughing- ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw brandon mackin on his boyfriend o_o&lt;br /&gt;(The Yaoi fangirl in me found it extremely hot.... The Ex girlfriend was side was kinda jealous...)&lt;br /&gt;Your probably STILL thinking "HES A JERK!! WHY DO YOU LOVE HIM!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think..I've said this before. I know exactly why he tries to push away almost anyone who loves him or even cares about him.&lt;br /&gt;Rough childhood. Extremely rough.&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you....But I aint putting his business all out there...&amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He might find this blog..one day...so..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-3010315393174478363?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/3010315393174478363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/meep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3010315393174478363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/3010315393174478363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/12/meep.html' title='Meep!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-7771258296301763998</id><published>2009-11-30T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Sigh- Bye Bree-Kun &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Will ya'll stop asking me about Brandon? &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your probably like. "You okay mystery? Getting rejected for a GUY!" Ehhh....kinda...xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Me and brandon are on good-terms.....He still thinks he has the rights to touch my ass but...&lt;br /&gt;BESIDES THAT. Omg. Brandon was over at Tasha;'s house today (Note: Like a said in a few entries. they are cousins) I mean.....we were like..totally slient. it was just like (Him: Hey., Me: Hewwo. -5 minutes later-, Me: How you been doin...?, Brandon: Good....., Me: *Suddenly grabs arm*.....Hmm., Brandon: What are you doing?, Me: Those scars are healing...., Brandon: Yep...., Me: Listen here. if your gonna cut. you better fucking learn how to take care of it afterwards. NEOSPORIN! Making cutters everywhere look bad! -Was joking-, Brandon: Im gonna go fuck that tree now...., Me: CAN&amp;nbsp; I JOIN?, Brandon: No -Glare-, Me: Heehee!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahhh...sorta weird..Its so werid.&lt;br /&gt;He used to pretty much CHASE me everywhere. And I rejected him. And when I finally want him..he ignores me..&lt;br /&gt;Karma..? Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;But I told him "I hope your happy with him brandon -Smile- Im glad that you are...But if mr. BOYFRIEND dares hurt you im fucking ripping his testicles off. Kay?" He laughed and glared at me at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;(-Loved-) LOL&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-..Bedtime..shall finish tomrrow.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-7771258296301763998?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/7771258296301763998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/11/sigh-bye-bree-kun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7771258296301763998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/7771258296301763998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/11/sigh-bye-bree-kun.html' title='-Sigh- Bye Bree-Kun &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-4674959199629966828</id><published>2009-11-30T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage!!!! &amp; Mystery MAN?</title><content type='html'>I attended my cousin kya's wedding today! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;It was so pretty~..NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So the groom was 2 HOURS LATE! Dont ask why.&lt;br /&gt;So. Johnathan &amp;amp; Kya wrote their own vows. Kya's was so sweet and nice. Johnathans...it even made the pastor think "What kind of bullshit....". He was like "Keyuuuh. Baybeh. I luh yuh. And...I always gon be der fo yuh. you mah 1 a-and onleh gurl. you mah hart aand soul. and ima do everuhthang to take cur of dha baybeh. I even go back to the streets sellin dope. I wuh steal. I wuh kill a mayn. dats how much i luh yah keyuhhhh. you mah baybeh always aand foevah." Actually...You could hardly understand what he said.... It was like he was high. (...He probably was....)&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;I hope they are happy together! (even though...I believed Kya could have done so much better...but..ehh its their realtioship. not mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH REMINDS ME. SOME OF YOU FUCKERS HAVE BEEN SPAMMING UP MY HOTMAIL ADDRESS WITH "WHERES MYSTERY MAN? WHERES BRANDON!!!!!! DID HE SUICIDE!? IS HE OKAY!?"&lt;br /&gt;Brandon is fine. Hes not as....Suicidal but... He moved back into his old apartment complex with his parents.&lt;br /&gt;And BRANDON IS NOT. WAS NOT. AND SHALL NEVER BE MY MYSTERY MAN! I GO SOLO~&lt;br /&gt;But. My Yaoi fangirl readers will surely enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon said he loved me. But were not right for each-other. He now has a secret boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. He does. I didnt see it coming either. He told me he was bisexual but...o_o&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Like my self esstem wasnt already low o3o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Thats another entry. for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-4674959199629966828?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/4674959199629966828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/11/marriage-mystery-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4674959199629966828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4674959199629966828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/11/marriage-mystery-man.html' title='Marriage!!!! &amp;amp; Mystery MAN?'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074479831241731515.post-4921576841644259841</id><published>2009-11-29T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football!</title><content type='html'>So. some GVA parents read this news article about this Homeschool Football leauge in..I forgot what state&lt;br /&gt;And some parents are trying to get a "Georgia Virtual Academy" school football team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. I bet its gonna get a stupid name. Probably "Shooting stars" Or "Wildcats" Or the L.A Lakers!! OR THE RED SOX! OR- Erm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway alot of guys want to play on the team e.e Its not offical or anything. Just something the parents are trying to do. they didnt even speak to the principal yet. I was like "I WANNA BE ON THE TEAM!"&lt;br /&gt;My dad was like "No, Their too strong for you. football is a mans sport. let the man have something"&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...I told him "MEN GET PROSTATE EXAMS! THEIR OWN BATHROOMS AND THAT SMELLY AXE BODYSPRAY. I THINK YA'LL HAVE ENOUGH!!" (Note: I think axe bodyspray smells horrible)&lt;br /&gt;He didnt buy it ._. He said I could be a cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CHEERLEADING! Okay. For the record. I would not make a good cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: I hate skirts&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: I hate skirts&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: I hate skirts&lt;br /&gt;Reason 4: Cheerleaders get the sideline action! I want to be on the field playing!&lt;br /&gt;Reason 5: THOSE STUPID SKIRTS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My mom thinks I just wanna be on the football team to get guys.&lt;br /&gt;Now really.....Almost whatever I do. the guy I want never likes me back. So really...&lt;br /&gt;And what guy is gonna want to date their team mate!? -Refering to an old Suite life of zack &amp;amp; cody episode- I MEAN. LIKE. WOULDNT THEY WANT SOME PRETTY CHEERLEADER? I'D BE JUST LIKE A BUDDY. A AMIGO~&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh...No wait...zack fell for that girl on his basketball team though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HEADDESK!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074479831241731515-4921576841644259841?l=like-a-loser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/feeds/4921576841644259841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/11/football.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4921576841644259841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074479831241731515/posts/default/4921576841644259841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://like-a-loser.blogspot.com/2009/11/football.html' title='Football!'/><author><name>Madam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFu5PHI92n0/TU5GWpQdIhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkp4anjcGVk/s220/179353_191491224213765_100000586665117_644113_6660051_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
