<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:28:59.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware the beggars.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-4120942257978395157</id><published>2011-08-10T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T09:38:29.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey motherfucker.</title><content type='html'>WOOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one will see this, so I don't have to put effort into it. So, this will be a bland post. No worry, it's all fine. Everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I'm a horrible person. I wish to change it, but it doesn't seem like it'll happen in the future. The future, lol. Like, the only thing I'm really looking forward to is house hunting and decorating said house. Is that sad? If it is then ohwell, I'll add it to the list of things of like things to be depressed about I GUESS. I leave for college soon. I should be excited, I should be happy, I should be like idk, but I'm not. I'm the complete and total opposite of that. People ask me all the time if I'm excited and I usually reply with "I wish I was" or "no" because I'm totally hardcore and shit, right? I haven't written in this thing in a long ass time. Where have I been? Really no where, it seems that my lack of friends or lack of people that really care about me will never change. Look, I have some family and like a very low count of friends that I guess you could say care about me, but I feel like only family deserves to be on that list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.michaelbach.de/ot/sze_moon/moon-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 429px;" src="http://www.michaelbach.de/ot/sze_moon/moon-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt; I still love this, it's the background on my phone and one day I'd like it to be painted on my wall or something. lololol My grammar sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I feel truly selfish, like an ungrateful brat. Sometimes, I wish that I could just give my life to someone that deserves it more than I do. Idk what I'm trying to say without coming off as an even more horrible person, so bare with me. I was never great at sharing my feelings because they were always like, I'm depressed, I want to die, I feel fat, I'm ugly, why did you create such an ugly child mom. That sums up like that past 5 years. Sure they weren't consistent and I didn't feel like that 100% of the time, but you get it. The I'm so ugly and fat, all fucking 5 years, I can tell you that. I would blame society, but that's overrated. Depression, I don't even know. Like, it got bad this year, I don't even know why, but it did. Maybe because I realized how far I felt from everyone else? Like, where's my beavis to my butthead? Like, I felt that I lost dear friends, or like I realized that I wasn't as close to anyone that I thought I was? idk. I remember in junior year, I was all like I missed out on a typical Hollywood High School experience, like I didn't go to parties where drinking is involved, no boyfriend, no experimentation with drugs or alcohol. I mean, maybe that's a good thing, but I feel like maybe I should of done the stuff I was curious about because I can blame it on being young and dumb. Now, I can blame it on OH I WAS IN COLLEGE, but will things really change? Will I become that social butterfly? no? Probably not because I'm way to shy and I'm horrible around people I don't know. I know I'll get a friend or something, but like idk. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I like to think that I'm a nice person to other people, like I'm friendly and will always be there for you type deal. But, for me, I hate complaining about my problems to other people. Did I used to do it like all the fucking time? YES. Afterwards, I feel like I used them or something, like I spoke to them too much about a certain thing, and immediately regret it. Like wtf. Another thing, I shouldn't be as dumb as I am for having as much free time as I have. My typical day goes like this, wake up, computer, eating playing with my dog, whatever mom wants to do,computer, sleep. And then once in a blue moon someone wil be kind enough to want to see me. Sometimes I'll watch tv. I should really work on my spelling or something idk. Compared with how I was the summer I made this blog everything was peachy. I don't know what it was but I only have good memories about that summer. Why? Idk, watching tales from the crypt, discovering Morning Musume, cooking alot, but besides that I didn't do a damn thing. The next summer I saw Morning musume, that was pretty awesome, would do it over again in a heartbeat. The summer after that, I saw my dad, which was all sad and shit because of the divorce from my step-mom. Oh well, sucks for him, right? &lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I feel like I'm losing touch with my dad and my other family, ya know my sisters. I fucking miss them. I get to see them soon, which would be the first time in a year, but whatever. The whole school year, I barely talked to him, much less them. I mean I hung out with him for like an hour during spring break, but that's it. THAT'S ALL BRO. It's gunna be soo awkward, but atleast I get to see them right?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it was about this year, but I don't think that I ever been this low, since that time when I was 13. I was never going to harm myself because I care about what my mom thinks and I couldn't do that to her. I care too much, I think, lol. Aren't I supposed to be the golden child? I mom didn't luck out. I remember last summer, crying and yelling to god about how I wasn't happy. But, that's in the past? I'm just happy that I didn't become a cutter, despite how much I wanted to. Last time I did it it was like September, and only seems to be a yearly thing. I mean, I have been wanting to, but my mom would see it and I nicked myself shaving doesn't really work all that well, plus my only self-harm scar that you can see is like the dumbest thing. I cut my wrist just to do it when I was like 12 or 11, idk it was around my birthday. idek why I did it, but like I wasn't sad or anything, idk what was goign through my mind. and not it is there FOREVER OMG. I feel like I'm too much of a selfish human, like I should give up my life to someone who deserves it much more than I ever will. But, I couldn't do that, I'd chicken out in a heartbeat. I'm too curious for that house, man. &lt;br /&gt;For this summer, the only thing that I really wanted to do was sleep, sleep , and sleep. My mom got me a car, me being an ungrateful little brat asked her to return it, because I don't deserve it, I wasn't excited about it, I thought it was too much. ofc I said my thank yous and all, but I just don't think I'm ready to grow up I guess. I should go back to being 4, back in 1997, wasn't that a good year? For america? idk.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know a thing, love you all.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-4120942257978395157?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4120942257978395157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=4120942257978395157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4120942257978395157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4120942257978395157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey-motherfucker.html' title='Hey motherfucker.'/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-8224188657009054198</id><published>2010-12-11T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T20:34:20.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clicky here.</title><content type='html'>http://chokeonatoe.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie should do that same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-8224188657009054198?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8224188657009054198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=8224188657009054198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8224188657009054198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8224188657009054198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/12/clicky-here.html' title='clicky here.'/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-1592728890849882593</id><published>2010-10-09T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:30:37.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Umm yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis is not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just I'm soo tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pther blog is getting lazy aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have nothing to say or  to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-1592728890849882593?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-8096172665022080392</id><published>2010-09-18T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T10:03:54.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sheltie stats.</title><content type='html'>I just saw that they have added a stats thing to the page and everyone wants looks at the same post. The sheltie dog one from like over two years ago. I thought that absolutely no one visited this blog. While I am still right, seeing how only people go to one post, but hey it's something right. So, I'll post a picture of a sheltie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/moredock/sheltie-medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/moredock/sheltie-medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you found my blog through this post, comment. Lol, I know no is going to comment, but whatev. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna if I'm interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-8096172665022080392?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8096172665022080392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=8096172665022080392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8096172665022080392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8096172665022080392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/09/sheltie-stats.html' title='sheltie stats.'/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3941546562568308072</id><published>2010-09-18T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:53:06.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/crazy-tattoo-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 491px;" src="http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/crazy-tattoo-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another that needs to slapped in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I spelled it right this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no really? Wtf is that tattoo, how stupid can you be. Hmm tattoos,I'll never get one. Well, dfasdfasd idk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-3941546562568308072?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3941546562568308072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3941546562568308072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3941546562568308072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3941546562568308072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-that-needs-to-slapped-in-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3826900381780541624</id><published>2010-09-10T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T19:49:34.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://blog.oricon.co.jp/riseofblake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stay there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-3826900381780541624?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3826900381780541624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3826900381780541624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3826900381780541624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3826900381780541624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/09/httpblog.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-2889248476855798102</id><published>2010-08-27T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:09:59.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I guess this is a failure?</title><content type='html'>THIS FUCKING SUCKS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I will post pictures of stuff I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T FAIL BLOG, DON'T FAIL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artsartisans.com/c/images/tree%20of%20life%20%20elliottmetal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.artsartisans.com/c/images/tree%20of%20life%20%20elliottmetal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post another tomorrow, and remember I have another blog. GO FIND IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-2889248476855798102?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2889248476855798102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=2889248476855798102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2889248476855798102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2889248476855798102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-i-guess-this-is-failure.html' title='So, I guess this is a failure?'/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-1066002845039065447</id><published>2010-08-15T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:33:59.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/3049400413_4ab5fbfd19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 391px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/3049400413_4ab5fbfd19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this hipster-ish? Or, am I better than that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things I did today. All I wanna say is a huge fuck you to my companion today. I would wish you failure, but that is like wishing failure for my self. So, in reality I hope you do well but open up your eyes. Like, really just open up your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-1066002845039065447?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/1066002845039065447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=1066002845039065447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1066002845039065447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1066002845039065447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-this-hipster-ish-or-am-i-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/3049400413_4ab5fbfd19_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-7877251212676977941</id><published>2010-08-09T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:11:00.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I still care?</title><content type='html'>Because I can post pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone needs to tell me how to change the backround on my oricon blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just make it black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah just like this basic bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASFKJD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write later once something interesting happens in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-7877251212676977941?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/7877251212676977941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=7877251212676977941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7877251212676977941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7877251212676977941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-do-i-still-care.html' title='Why do I still care?'/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3454749867838408003</id><published>2010-08-01T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:12:00.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have found out what is wrong. Wrong with the whole picture. I'm a dreamer what can I say. It makes me question just about everything there is to life right now. I think I know what I want, but what holds it is questionable. AND GUESS WHAT I FOUND..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love eyes. It makes me wanna punch someone in their face when people want to tattoo their eye. They're beautiful. Absolute love. Mine are boring brown, but whatev. Okay the picture doesn't work that pisses me off, but whatcan you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have loved sun and moon picutures ever since I can remember, did It start with MCIS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/TFZTVOLcAKI/AAAAAAAAADU/JYRTBr0y7QY/s1600/fa%3B.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/TFZTVOLcAKI/AAAAAAAAADU/JYRTBr0y7QY/s320/fa%3B.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500675618928066722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-3454749867838408003?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3454749867838408003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3454749867838408003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3454749867838408003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3454749867838408003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-found-out-what-is-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/TFZTVOLcAKI/AAAAAAAAADU/JYRTBr0y7QY/s72-c/fa%3B.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-8607995907891008898</id><published>2010-07-24T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:32:23.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YkpaJ6FAfZI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/YkpaJ6FAfZI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you enjoying this? Maybe one day. Shall I do another 1 hour post? Not tonight I'm tired. Then why am I typing this up? Well. Idk. Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hard to explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-8607995907891008898?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8607995907891008898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=8607995907891008898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8607995907891008898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8607995907891008898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/07/are-you-enjoying-this-maybe-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-8060017182337424336</id><published>2010-07-20T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:24:16.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lowlightshighvolume.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/8293-team-sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 552px; height: 552px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/rocknrollfed/Deftones_sat_night_wrist.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/d/deftones/album-adrenaline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 455px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 455px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/d/deftones/album-adrenaline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ab/Deftones_-_White_Pony_limited_edition_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ab/Deftones_-_White_Pony_limited_edition_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avopolis.gr/metal/inmemory/DEFTONES%20%E2%80%93%20Around%20The%20Fur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.avopolis.gr/metal/inmemory/DEFTONES%20%E2%80%93%20Around%20The%20Fur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dance-lyrics.com/ama/deftones_b00008yjqw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dance-lyrics.com/ama/deftones_b00008yjqw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-8060017182337424336?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8060017182337424336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=8060017182337424336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8060017182337424336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8060017182337424336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-post-more-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-2610547805456357639</id><published>2010-07-14T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:44:25.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah I'm listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'm not listening too is the tv. I found three full tape of music videos. They played on MTV AND VH1. I was like =D yaaaaaay! I love love love music videos. youtube is fun. I would love to see music back on my tv. I think that would be best. Is it gunna happen? No, never. NOOOOOOOOOO. You know it's all true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't cool head people at those two stations. I still watch the reality tv shows, but it's rare. I used to all the time when I was in middle school but I got bored. The Hills has ended thank god. I do love Teen Mom and true life though. Also, I will watch any of the I Love series on Vh1. Where did those go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vhi should get rock show back. And Mtv should get 120 minutes of whoever back. Even if they play the shitty music of now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will never happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music vids are awesome though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-2610547805456357639?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2610547805456357639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=2610547805456357639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2610547805456357639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2610547805456357639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/07/yeah-im-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-2819816529345364296</id><published>2010-07-11T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:48:35.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna find out go to my other blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a place with no Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. it wasn't torture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it out alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write in here later when I feel like telling what my new idea is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-2819816529345364296?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2819816529345364296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=2819816529345364296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2819816529345364296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2819816529345364296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-was-i-if-you-really-wanna-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-1979054159779543078</id><published>2010-06-23T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:55:46.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what? The title of this blog is it a movie, a band, or anything out there? Or, is it just this blog. Am I that clever? That interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisistanics.com/beggar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.thisistanics.com/beggar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we be afraid of that guy? Nahhhh. When did I think up of the title. That's a thought. Deep in summer insomnia, hey this sounds like a good title entered my mind? Oh well. It sounds cool. Marieblakey? Not so much. Choketoes, yes very much. I would never change the title of this blog or anything because I'm too lazy and I don't really care. Ya know, summer is just alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do, to say, or to type about. It's hot in here, but no taking off clothes. I have a blister on my foot because of flip flops. Now I get to wear my favorite type shoe, flats. Flats are amazing. I don't really like heels though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on reading, choketoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-1979054159779543078?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/1979054159779543078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=1979054159779543078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1979054159779543078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1979054159779543078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-what-title-of-this-blog-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5289388779188886919</id><published>2010-06-20T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:12:25.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF I wrote a nice little entry and it rejected it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gunna try again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch thatguywiththeglasses.com Just the Nostalgia Critic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Carrie, my one and only follower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll make an entry, and like it'll be really nice. Well I hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5289388779188886919?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5289388779188886919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5289388779188886919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5289388779188886919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5289388779188886919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/06/wtf-i-wrote-nice-little-entry-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-7683344560267292013</id><published>2010-06-16T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:31:04.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say that they have new templates. I'm not gunna change ya Beware the Beggars. I feel stupid now. Anyways My dog is at my feet. It's a sheltie. His name is charlie. &lt;br /&gt;I think that my first and last name is awesome. I won't tell you what it is, but just trust me. My middle name Marie, is rather boring. What should I change it too? Should I never change it? Hmm. I don't want to change my last name. It gets annoying telling people how to spell it. When people ask for my last name I just automatically spell it, instead of saying it. Last names like Smith or Brown are just a bore. I wonder if I marry the guy will have to have a amazing last name. Maybe something cool like... Idk, I'll gat back to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this my non-real readers a.k.a my choketoes is a really short entry because I can't think of anything. Go read oricon, but do keep in touch with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-7683344560267292013?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/7683344560267292013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=7683344560267292013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7683344560267292013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7683344560267292013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/06/they-say-that-they-have-new-templates.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3521460466092341510</id><published>2010-06-11T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:03:05.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theretroblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/retrowtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 496px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://theretroblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/retrowtf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, what was it like? What would it be like? I'm just 17. I don't know much in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks3u85daRx1qa9b8ro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 591px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks3u85daRx1qa9b8ro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Black and White weird photos. They bring a smile to my face. I wonder what was it like back then. I wonder what it will be like in the future if somwonw take a picture of me, it makes it's way around the internet in the future. They'll be like "WTF was she doing?" or they won't care because I'll be like 2505. That a long time away from now. No memory will be left of this time, my life. Unless, I'm conquer the world, lol lies. That won't happen, I'm just a 17 year old girl. I have big dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFGqfqiGBEQ/S4Zk1sWrwxI/AAAAAAAADyQ/gplFe4MhVt8/s400/mme+satan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFGqfqiGBEQ/S4Zk1sWrwxI/AAAAAAAADyQ/gplFe4MhVt8/s400/mme+satan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the dreams of Madam Satan. Ewww Satan. I don't like you at all. I wonder what was this woman like. I wonder what people thought of her. I don't think she was at all famous or anything. I don't know I haven't done any research. I'm lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pastreunited.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/rooftop-flapper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.pastreunited.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/rooftop-flapper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these two women are amazing. Flappers seem amazing to me. Then again, I only know what I learned in school. Would I want to live in the 1920's? Nahhh. It seems fun. It really does. Ya know, illegal alcohol, true gangsters, progress, but then you have the crash of the stock market. The Depression of the 1930's hangover time for America. FDR was amazing. Great Deal? I don't remember much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/2_great_depression1223304781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 323px;" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/2_great_depression1223304781.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happen to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-3521460466092341510?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3521460466092341510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3521460466092341510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3521460466092341510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3521460466092341510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-i-wonder-what-was-it-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFGqfqiGBEQ/S4Zk1sWrwxI/AAAAAAAADyQ/gplFe4MhVt8/s72-c/mme+satan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-2268258692147721658</id><published>2010-06-10T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:13:31.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.webring.com/r/w/weirdstuff/logo"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.webring.com/r/w/weirdstuff/logo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do this summer? Shall I start playing video games again, like I did in middle school, or how about pick up a new language? What to do? Idk. I honestly don't have anything planned this summer except for 2 trips. Trips filled with bittersweet endings or just bittersweet times. Maybe I'll paint my way through boredom... Draw? I have no artistic talent. Will I, keep on learning H!P dances, learn their lyrics because maybe I'm just have way too much time on my hands? Will I go outside, hang out with people? Maybe later. Today seems like an inside day. A day where I guess I'll go play spyro or something. I wish I had a private jet. One where I could be like I wanna go to Berlin today, but that would get to my head. Maybe I'll start cooking again. Exploring the wonder of food throughout the world. Foods that I have missed out on because school got in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating more will be fun!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-2268258692147721658?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2268258692147721658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=2268258692147721658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2268258692147721658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2268258692147721658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-to-do-this-summer-shall-i-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-1412078016931200422</id><published>2010-06-06T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:18:10.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you have been following my other blog, which I'm sure you all do you know that it is SUMMERRRRR! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY! NO MORE SCHOOL!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer of 2008 was amazing, in fact I used to watch this like every morning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/archive/8/88/20100101015113!Tales_from_the_crypt_title_shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/archive/8/88/20100101015113!Tales_from_the_crypt_title_shot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also fell in love with cooking, and morning musume. Which leads me too Summer of 2009 I went to AX09 even though I hate anime and anything really non Hello! Project that had to do with the con. I was only there for like a few hours a day, just to see Morning Musume. Well I went to the concert, the panel, and I GOT THEIR AUTOGRAPHS. The session I went to was the best because I got to shake their hands and fucking TALK TO THEM!!!! AHHHH Best day ever. I really coun't even think up anything to say because I was so in aww. I was like OMG THEY'RE REAL AND I'M TALKING TO THEM YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!! After that I went to see my mom's old friend and PARTY. 4th of July 2009 was a good day man. I always meet someone important on 4th of July. I wonder who it will be this year. Prob. no one because I getting my hopes high. WE WILL SEE. Byebyebyebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-1412078016931200422?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/1412078016931200422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=1412078016931200422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1412078016931200422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1412078016931200422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-have-been-following-my-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-6617178611089867556</id><published>2010-05-28T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:02:35.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For people.</title><content type='html'>High school blows. Just about everything blows, but hey that's life. I want to sneek out tonight. Go visit the moon with ghost to learn about the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[INSERT EPIC/CREEPY PICTURE HERE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do so much, but then I realize that I can't. I get to scared to often. It makes me hate people. In fact I hate people alot. Most people, like I hate them for being too smart, annoying the shit out of mem and others. I think that I'm super normal because everyone goes though this. Just maybe not to the extent that I do. I'm very likeable I guess. Just not around others. I'm cold because I don't talk and then when I do, I think that I shouldn't have opened up my mouth. I should really think about what I say before I say it. Now windows live is not working. I getting mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gunna restart my computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or forget about things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-6617178611089867556?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/6617178611089867556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=6617178611089867556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6617178611089867556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6617178611089867556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-people.html' title='For people.'/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-6792219527682710196</id><published>2010-05-22T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T12:28:20.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dg8rTVI7oOg/SsLIzavygiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/14QIJxb4Ui8/S660/death-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dg8rTVI7oOg/SsLIzavygiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/14QIJxb4Ui8/S660/death-logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have liked this band since the summer before freshman year. So we'll say that this is my high school(?) band. I'm even listening to them right now. Individual Thought Patterns ftw. But, I wouldn't call myself a metalhead. I don't know enough obscure bands. lol But, that doesn't matter. Then in the next (of 2008) I discovered MORNING MUSUME. Both of this likeings has not stopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't have anything to write or type right now Because I like to do these things at night. I'll write part 2 or about my sophmore year. Just trust me. go read my other blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blog.oricon.co.jp/riseofblake/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-6792219527682710196?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/6792219527682710196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=6792219527682710196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6792219527682710196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6792219527682710196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-liked-this-band-since-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dg8rTVI7oOg/SsLIzavygiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/14QIJxb4Ui8/s72-c/death-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-4353914159763129929</id><published>2010-05-14T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:17:24.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hookedgamers.com/content/blogs/2183/r_gufXwr_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.hookedgamers.com/content/blogs/2183/r_gufXwr_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That open letter is for a later time. A time where I can finally get away from people and honestly think about them in detail. I'm bad with details. So with this entry I'll talk about ninth grade. My freshman year of high school. This should be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't have an opinion about that year 07-08 year. It was before I discovered Morning musume and blogspot. I say that as far as Internet goes it was the time that I discovered youtube. I finally got rid of AOL and the computer with no sound. I remember watching Jesus Camp on that site. I thought NO MORE PAYING FOR MOVIES! YAY! But, as you know I was wrong. I made a youtube channel. I used to post soo many videos. Only half are left though. I should really delete them all. I find them omg not good. Then again, I don't pay for anything anyhow. Ninth grade my best friend was away in the north, and I was not quite alone. lol. Idk. I had a place to sit at lunch with, including that open letter friend. I mean I don't even talk to half of them now. People drift apart for no reason what so ever. Everything happens for a reason though. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;This was also the time of my heavy metal period. I still love it, don't worry. Buttttt, I was so gung ho in my over sized Death t-shirt saying stupid shit like death to false metal. I guess Hello project changed the way I thought. I often what people thought of me in those shirts? Prob. nothing because I'll admit it I was unknown. I mean I knew people and people new me, but only in classes. Not on the outside. So, no one really knew me except for my friends and I still to this day keep things from them. I don't expect them to understand. I keep to many secrets. Maybe they known and are just that kind to keep it a secret! I love people. Anyways my ninth grade year I discovered GOJIRA! My brother took me out to one of their shows when they played with Behemoth &amp;amp; friends. I remember that it was a school night, but I still could go. I went to school the next day without taking a shower or brushing my hair. It was amazing. But, me typing about music is boring let's move on to my classes.&lt;br /&gt;My classes were easy as fuck. I'm was just really lazy and did not try a bit. I was in all regular classes. I really wish that I went to pre-ap for some, but noooo I just had to be lazy. My GPA is not that bad(I hope). Basically my first period was a study hall. It was a waste of my life because I never really had homework. I remember first semester I would pretend to read this book while I listened on to these three seniors next to me would talk about their personal problems. Like, the red head and sex with her boyfriend, but as it turns out the boyfriend was cheating on her so she had to go get tested. She was clean don't worry. Then come second semester, I was moved to the back. It was not as interesting. The rest of my classes were alright. Except I just sucked at algebra (And I still do). What really amazed me was how much people will tell about other people or themselves when other people around them can hear just fine. Like One conversation I had the &lt;em&gt;pleasure&lt;/em&gt; in hearing... "So, have you done anything with her? I heard she's a freak in the bed." Well, I put my hand down her pants. Her pussy was prickly!" "Really? Tell her to shave it!" the couple later went on to make out a couple of desk in front of me. Truly the most awkward moment ever. Don't make out in school people. Don't have sex in school. Idk where the guy is and the girl is. Haven't seen them in forever. Another one was a girl asked me if she could borrow my eraser. She proceds to pull a peace off of it and exclaim "That's how much coke I did... See not that much." to her friend. That girl was such a fucking slut too. I remember from time to time her talking about her pregnancy scares. I was just like stfu, but since I never talked to her I decided that maube that wasn't a good idea. Everyother class I really can't remember. I can't even remember the guys I had little crushes on. I never got them anyhow so what's the point. This is where I discovered that people mean business. No time middle school games. Now, It's the I'm a stupid teenager I can get away with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part one end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two... maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-4353914159763129929?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4353914159763129929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=4353914159763129929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4353914159763129929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4353914159763129929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/05/that-open-letter-is-for-later-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3954133095099668164</id><published>2010-05-08T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:48:38.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/128/l_9f7489aa975b7691c0580af2c7e59389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 539px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 720px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/128/l_9f7489aa975b7691c0580af2c7e59389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now and til I stop doing these type of things I have decided to write my whole high school experience  in a thing I like to call "My past 3 year s of school just people watching" or something else because I'm not clever at all. This whole I idea grew like 2 weeks ago when I was doing state testing. I finished early and stared at the back of the guy in front of me.  He was big with dandruff all over his shirt. I started to dream about how my high school years should of been according to all media outlets. TV, movies, and the like. Was it like that at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Do I really care? That's a tough one because I don't know if I should. I mean this is like the time of my life where I'm allowed to do stupid things and get away with them because I'm a stupid teenager. But, then again those go against my morals. Lol morals. So, my latest though is I wasted these years. Did I really? It's wonderful how I think of all this but, yet suck at school. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another thing I want to talk about. How much I suck at school but that's for a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that I want to type about (this will prob. be later in the weekend maybe tomorrow when I'm doing a powerpoint) is an open letter to a "friend' of mine. This girl she's cool and all, but just something about her I fucking hate. This is an open letter to her about how I see her. She won't ever read this (thankgod), but if she does there's no way in hell that I'll apologize to her. So look forward to it. Let's make it to 200 post by Beware the Beggers 2nd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOUAWLDFKJADF;KLHQ AH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-3954133095099668164?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3954133095099668164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3954133095099668164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3954133095099668164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3954133095099668164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/05/intro.html' title='An intro'/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-4728125063086435175</id><published>2010-05-05T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:28:22.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quicky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A duuurty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say that Diamonds eyes is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weekend I will be post alot on here.I mean alot. I really need to get somethings off my chest. Well that is how the idea started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO AM i FUCKING KIDDING NO ONE READS THIS SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways This weekend I will be writing all my high school expierence of just people watching and I guess myself but I'm really boring. Stay tune choketoes.  I can't do it this week because this place is death. I mean school is death. I don't really enjoy it. But, I'll save that for later. PEACE BITCHES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-4728125063086435175?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4728125063086435175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=4728125063086435175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4728125063086435175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4728125063086435175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-quicky-duuurty-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-4106136130723262380</id><published>2010-04-23T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:40:29.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIT.</title><content type='html'>You want them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two videos that I think are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KUGZ-95YwxM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/KUGZ-95YwxM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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;Idk, I was just blown away. Absolute love. And the song is pretty amazing too, Eddie's voice is just omgwtf amazing. His insane faces make the videos. The story is pretty depressing. Go to wikipedia. The ending keeps you silent. You wonder why and how did that happen. What was wrong with the kid. Oh well bro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite VIDEO EVER. Not quite as depressing though. Sorry choketoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YEvVIgCm1zg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/YEvVIgCm1zg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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;My brother would listen to this band all the time when I was a kid, same with Korn and Deftones. Deftones is now my favorite band and korn.... yeah. I really like the imagery. I love LOVE silent movies era. I mean no way in hell I'd want to live back then, unless I could take my ipod, lol. Anyways the song I loved it back in 7th grade so I like know all the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing when when you use to LOVE a song. Then you don't listen to it for like a year or two, and finally when you put it back on you know every word and the way the singer sings so you can imitate it perfectly. That song is for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qiSkyEyBczU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/qiSkyEyBczU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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;This is like my song for when I was like 13. And I hate 13 years olds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does that say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET OFF MY LAWN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to a certain person get the fuck out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-4106136130723262380?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4106136130723262380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=4106136130723262380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4106136130723262380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4106136130723262380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/04/tit.html' title='TIT.'/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3102604239334369480</id><published>2010-04-11T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:03:07.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4cmySZEBzI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/z4cmySZEBzI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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;I feel like that. That song. Trust me Team Sleep is not all I listen too, but I discovered that song today, more like 30 minutes ago, and have not stopped yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/andrew-wyeth-and-odd-nerdrum-richard-t-scott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 700px;" src="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/andrew-wyeth-and-odd-nerdrum-richard-t-scott.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the stress of my age. It's all coming to quickly. I wanna say I hate it, I really do, but it has to be done. I can't wait till it's all over. Done with. So, what''s is it? It's always a secret. I posted a picture of myself over at oricon blog. http://blog.oricon.co.jp/riseofblake  GO TO IT. Damn I feel depressed. Just like every other teenager in the world. This will change soon. But, damn. Well, UFA notice me please. I want to be apart of you. I want to do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vx-wkJwRqOI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/Vx-wkJwRqOI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watched the whole thing didn't ya. Well. Wish me luck yall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-3102604239334369480?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3102604239334369480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3102604239334369480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3102604239334369480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3102604239334369480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5858996195041892984</id><published>2010-04-02T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:24:47.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.salagram.net/karma-animalnature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 579px; height: 378px;" src="http://www.salagram.net/karma-animalnature.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you not entertained? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be about KARMA, or til I think of something else to type about. Nah nevermind. This post will just be my mind. Anyways... I am a huge believe in karma. What goes around comes around. So, I just try to do good, and in return good will come to me(hopefully). But, then it makes me think... If the bad thing you are doing to a person is because of a horrible thing they do to a person. Than are you getting punished for it? I don't know. I'm just a kid on the internet with an intent of entertaining you. I'm way to young for everything. Nah, not really. I just don't care. I have come to dislike alot of people. I don't know what it is aout them, it's just they NEED to be slapped in the face. Ummm I also hate crushes because they like never work out. Why? Well everything happens for a reason. The last one I had a crush on became clear to me like in January. THANK GOD that never worked out. omg. But, the one I have now.... Uhhhhhh yeah. Remember when I posted something about my dreams choketoes. Well remember that guy who choked me while singing to me. HIM. HIM. HIM. It's weird. I mean it's like REALLY MIND? Why? I hate emotions sometimes. Then I remind myself that I'm just a teenager. lol. I can't use that excuse for long. FUCK. Anyways, dreams. Go read about it on oricon. comments. I like em', but I hate you all. my non-real readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5858996195041892984?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5858996195041892984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5858996195041892984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5858996195041892984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5858996195041892984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-you-not-entertained-this-post-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-4869045014980993367</id><published>2010-03-27T20:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:30:02.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weljhs'dflkjgs</title><content type='html'>Listen to this while you read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxVCIK9EOvs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/AxVCIK9EOvs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vincesear.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/saturn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 886px; height: 1537px;" src="http://www.vincesear.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/saturn2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gunna take an hour to type about nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Gummo off of youtube. I feel like that movie. What it that feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Distrubed? Yes, it was distrubing but mostly I just feel depressed. All I wanna do is listen to out of mind mellow music while thinking of stuff that would make other people wierded out. Tonight my mighty low has been hit. But, this low is different. How so? Fuck, I don't even know. Don't really care. I know what I want. It's far away, it's a dream. Is it nothing? Fuck it. My mind right now is thinking about nothing it's a wastelansd. But, Gummo made me think. The movie itself kinda sucked. It was just so random. Pointless. I guess that it had something to do with it, but I was too lazy to peice it all together. Blarg. For some reason I want to make this post about suicide. Bet choketoes didn't expect that... Suicide isn't apart of my life in any way shape or form at any time. But, when I do think about it, as in if I were ever to commit it, I think of myself in a Gummo like setting, like his house. With what? Idk, nor care. Fuck taking your own life. I have better things to do. Like, creating my own planet. Hell yeah. or, try acid. I feel that at my age I haven't done anything with my life. And I'm right. I mean look what I'm doing here. Typing away on this blog. Even though It's super late, I wanna sneak out. I wanna feel like a rebel while I still can. I wish I had done more while I was going though High school, and I'm still there. Well I got a year left after this one. I'll get all my emotions out. Fuck it. Fuck everything. I like being alone way too much. I feel like someone is choking me right now. I'm alone. Nice. Being alone at night, watching the stars is something that I do on a regular basis. I think I'll go do that now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-4869045014980993367?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4869045014980993367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=4869045014980993367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4869045014980993367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4869045014980993367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/03/weljhsdflkjgs_27.html' title='weljhs&apos;dflkjgs'/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5914834851268286461</id><published>2010-03-12T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:23:02.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna show you things I  love even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love thechive.com it kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thechive.com/2010/03/12/there-is-beauty-out-there-somehwhere-26-photos/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of it is funny and all, but this is my favorite one in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I got on to here from school, and posted a comment. It' felt so amazing. Next time when I have free time after I'm done doing all my work... I WILL POST SOMETHING. It'll be epic. I've notice something about myself lately. I say words that are out of fashion like way too much and all. For example "Bro". It needs to stop. Any idea how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cracked.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like their lists of the day. I discovered it the day righth before school, and no lie I spent like 5 hours on it straight. It was amazing. The links never EVER stop. Until I saw it all. I'm not even sure if I have seen it all. Anyways the site is amazing. I suggest it all to you choketoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now it's sleep time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think abotu what I want to type about in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5914834851268286461?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5914834851268286461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5914834851268286461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5914834851268286461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5914834851268286461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-show-you-things-i-love-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-6615334094715370803</id><published>2010-03-05T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:45:36.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 10 days, but if you read my other blog you'll know what happens like EVERY SINGLE DAY. You love that don't ya choketoes. Well today I decided that I'll just show you music. Because I'm have nothing to say. I'm only 17. Seventend year olds only worry about non important stuff besides school. I don't even worry about that much. I'm just lazy. Anyways I'm going to post tomrrow, I just felt like writing some thing in here. Not that I feel guilty. But, school = death. lol That's for real life. Let's do a spam of things I find awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enfilade18thc.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/blake_ancient_of_days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 767px; height: 1092px;" src="http://enfilade18thc.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/blake_ancient_of_days.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/willow/seven-wonders-of-the-ancient-world2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 304px;" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/willow/seven-wonders-of-the-ancient-world2.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://knowledgenews.net/moxie/moxiepix/a1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://knowledgenews.net/moxie/moxiepix/a1622.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alifetimeofcolor.com/study/images/byzantine_art_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 485px;" src="http://www.alifetimeofcolor.com/study/images/byzantine_art_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BkUdRa56ipI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&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/BkUdRa56ipI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55oOAQ6DpVI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&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/55oOAQ6DpVI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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;a href="http://www.challengefashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/1950s-Shirtwaisters3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.challengefashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/1950s-Shirtwaisters3.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bikingbuck.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/old-bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 474px; height: 633px;" src="http://bikingbuck.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/old-bike.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=G98F811&amp;t=w"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 504px; height: 760px;" src="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=G98F811&amp;t=w" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-6615334094715370803?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/6615334094715370803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=6615334094715370803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6615334094715370803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6615334094715370803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-days-its-been-10-days-but-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-7330186112036612612</id><published>2010-02-25T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:33:49.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chicousd.org/dna/emma/teachers/MargaretTebo/album/HappyComputer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.chicousd.org/dna/emma/teachers/MargaretTebo/album/HappyComputer.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so this is going to be a really short entry because I like to post here atleast once a week! OKAY! Well Rocket Skates Came out, Deftones new song, it is epically amazing with like 20 plays on my ipod, and I just put it on I tunes yesterday. It's excieting because it's new. Wonderful. It free for download is ya want it. Just type it in onto google. Google is like my number one picture getter. I only go to Google for all my picture needs. Because when I started this blog, I thought that I would be awesome and show you (CHOKETOES) all  these awesome pictures. This one today, Is not all that awesome. So I show you another one. How about that. Let's see...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mybrightonandhove.org.uk/images/uploaded/scaled/Walking-the-Globe-postcard1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 532px;" src="http://www.mybrightonandhove.org.uk/images/uploaded/scaled/Walking-the-Globe-postcard1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was unexpected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll guess I'll leave you with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KB0LMZOPsA4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&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/KB0LMZOPsA4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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;Yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-7330186112036612612?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/7330186112036612612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=7330186112036612612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7330186112036612612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7330186112036612612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/02/yeah-so-this-is-going-to-be-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5860747471051691754</id><published>2010-02-14T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:44:00.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I don't feel like doing my homework, I came here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fidnet.com/~dap1955/dickens/images/dickens_dream_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 462px;" src="http://www.fidnet.com/~dap1955/dickens/images/dickens_dream_600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, in my painfully depressing,OMGWTFBBQ OHHHNOES!, teenage years, one of my many joys in life is DREAMING. Sadly, I don't remember my dreams often because my head is like a blackhole. Suckas. Since the wonderful 2010 has started I have had two ,OMFGWTFBBQ, such dreams. I'll share them. Anyways on to my dreams. First one I was babysitting for the family I usually babysit for and like once the parent got home they ran out of money. So, instead they gave a crate full of porn. I was like "okay thanks?" Then the crate started to pull me, just like a magnet. Pulling up to speeds that is incomprehenable, or whatever word you choketoes want to be there. Anyways, I ended up on a isolated harbor where a huge pirate ship stayed. Naturally, I went inside. Only to find out the it had crates and crate filled with porn. I lol'd. Didn't watch any of it though. I left it all to a friend. I'm the coolest friend ever, I know. Second dream starts NOW no wait NAO. Well I was with this guy, who I consider a, like one of those guys in high school that will go on to sell like tvs or something. So, anyways we were outside a house looking through a window, in bright day light nonetheless. Anyways then I saw a chair that I guess I had wanted. I turned to him and said"Steal that for me," why, well I don't know. So, we break into the house and he grabs my neck, and starts squeezing. Before he lets go, he states " Let me sing a song to you, and then I'll let you free." I forgot what the song was. Nor, do I really care. After he's done serenading me, he turns around and says You wanted that chair, right?" I nodded. He steals the chair. The sun started to set, so we ran. Then I woke up. &lt;br /&gt;Those two dreams are like the most awesome dreams I've had in like FOREVER. I don't really know what keeps me attached to them. Maybe because something happened in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all you non real readers(choketoes) Hope yo uaren't lonley today liek someone I know. lol. Bye bitches. I really need to get better at this blogging thing it's been what 1 and half  year, and what number post is this? I'm going to go build a puzzle while a ponder these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5860747471051691754?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5860747471051691754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5860747471051691754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5860747471051691754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5860747471051691754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/02/since-i-dont-feel-like-doing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-2402298489969284424</id><published>2010-02-05T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:51:33.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wordle I made from my last post. I think it's a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1633813/Untitled" &lt;br /&gt;    title="Wordle: Untitled"&gt;&lt;img&lt;br /&gt;    src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/1633813/Untitled"&lt;br /&gt;    alt="Wordle: Untitled"&lt;br /&gt;    style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-2402298489969284424?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2402298489969284424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=2402298489969284424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2402298489969284424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2402298489969284424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordle-i-made-from-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5962973344715570503</id><published>2010-01-30T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:15:52.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wxyc.org/blog/uploaded_images/noise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.wxyc.org/blog/uploaded_images/noise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Do I know who that is? Do I care? No is the answer for both. This past week, while let's say the whole year has kinda been like annoying. I want something new. Something that will make me thing WOW exciting. Remember that post from like a way long time ago that was super long and was all about me? Well let's do another one of those again. It's 11:29 let's see if I can make it to 12:29. Well I had something pierced today, with a stupid piercing gun. Just took it out. I didn't want it anymore I loathe it. It took me away from the power of music with making it impossible for me to listen to my ipod. Not cool. I tend to not think out all my decisions. I act then think. I hate that. Like I knew in my heart that I didn't want it, but it looks so cool. So I said "Sure." I say sure to everything. Usually those sure mean I don't wanna do it, but alright whatever you want. Like when this couple asks me to babysit. Each and every single time I say "Yeah, sure", but on the inside "No, I don't really one I'm just one greedy son of a gun and I want as much money as possible". But of course I say that with a smile.  To make me smile requires almost no talent what so ever. I laugh at EVERYTHING, and it's rather annoying because I look stupid. To be honest, I am a little stupid. Class rank says so. My class rank isn't very important, many people are behind me. But, many people are ahead of me. Do I care? No. My school has the most selfish bastards about they rank. I wanna slap then in their face. It's like "You are not as smart as you think you are, I fucking hate you." Of course I wish them the best of luck and what not, but I do wanna see them fail. Is it because I'm jealous? Jealousy is something I'm used to. What am I jealous of? I'm jealous of my smart friends, well one in particular, just because she gets everything she wants no matter what, but I should be happy because I don't get her bitch parents that I hate. Not hate but rather dislike. I'm sure they're likable people when they're with friends, but from what I hear from the girl and from what I see, pure dislike. That's okay, though I don't think that I'll be talking to her much after high school anyhow. High school, don't like it. It's not the best years of my life. If it was I wouldn't be typing this on a Saturday night, listening to the same old song after same old song.  I would never want to relive high school, unless the rest of junior year, and senior year proves to be spectacular. But, I do know that I still need to be there because I'm grammar is piss poor. Do I care? No. This is only a blog. A blog that no one reads anyhow. Yes, I lost that one follower. Was it because I wasn't posting enough, I complain to much, or I'm to nice? Do I care? No. I've been writing to no one this whole time. Then I go to oricon and I get at least what 40 or 50 views aday. Most are from spambot trying to promote porn, but it did made me think that I should post here more. Will I? Depending on how school is going. 11:46 now. Damn this is getting hard. AND THE WORLD TO FALL FIVE FEET OFF. Idk. It's words that I'm listening to that are coming out of the speakers. God help me. First person to get that right win, a special post from ME!!! You choketoes all know that you want that. YEAH! Will anyone comment? No, I even doubt that anyone made this far yet, and that no one ever will. Then why do I continue to type this? Well I can't talk all my hope you fail feelings with others and like I need a release. LOL. What do I have to worried about? Nothing much really. I have everything I want, and nothing I can't give up. Giving stuff up is hard. I can never fogive myself, after doing something stupid or not doing something at all. Will I regret taking out my piercing? No, I'm really happy about that. I regret that the most. But, you all choketoes know that because you totally read that on oricon! I just posted somthing on facebook. That's right I'm ignoring you beware the beggers. In phycis class something this week I wrote beware the beggers with this arrow thing on a graph. I ment to take a picture and upload it to here, but I forgot, and I'll never get the paper. Forgetting is new to me. I never forget anything  I'ts a curse I'm always that creepy one who is like I rememberd, and so I'm a nerd in class. But, I'm not in like honors or whatever. I'm lazy and brain is like HEY WYF are you doing to me? SO I don't bother. I just found the share botton and it said that I could share stuff using blogger. I'll use that thing to the fulest exthent. I hate people. Well most people. The ones my age, the one below, and the adults. They're annoying and are only out for one thing in life. Themsleves. If more people act like me the world would be lonley. I wouldn't ever changed this world. This world is ment for entropy, not a utopia. This is the PAINKILLER. 12:03 now. My soul is spilled. I really do hope that no one I know in real life reads this. I'll cry. This is not ment for them, it's ment for that guy all acroos the land, or the next state over. It's not ment for real people that I know in real life. Yes, what I'm typing is all reall all 100%, but just not ment to the real people I interact with all day. I hate most of them, and I'm sure the feeling is mutral. Do I care? No, because choketoes it's only highschool. The time is wrong at the bottom of the post don't feel like fixing it. Now that I look back on what I did for the past ,almost, an hour long post. OMG am I the biggest loser or what. Goodness. I like really need a life. I need to find a somethign I'm good at, and this ain't. But, I love this, I'M NEVER GOIGN TO GIVE UP ON YOU BLOGGIE. Hahah Shall I leave you with a song? Well I guess that will be standard, but I got 19 minutes left. Hmmm. What to type. I'm a girl if y'all didn't know. I don't think I ever stated that. I did get my sheltie, remember way long ago I said that I really wanted one. I got the one I wanted, he's the sweetest thing ever. He is absolute love. He's loved by all. Like esp in my neighborhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I'll leave you with the song that just played on Itunes, I forgot how much I love this song.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bVatv_ysdk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&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/4bVatv_ysdk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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/7996470883345291391-5962973344715570503?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5962973344715570503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5962973344715570503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5962973344715570503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5962973344715570503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-i-know-who-that-is-do-i-care-no-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3020756091030609130</id><published>2010-01-23T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:19:07.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.technosky.asia/accessdenied.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 474px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 461px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.technosky.asia/accessdenied.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I was at school the other day, in the computer lab, and I went to google and typed in MARIEBLAKEY in google images. And guess what popped up? This blog, and it wasn't blocked. I was so happy and excited that I wanted to post a comment saying "OMG I'M AT SCHOOL AND I'M BORED TO DEATH", well guess what happened... That little verification would not show up. It was blocked. In addition to that, some photos and all videos were BLOCKED. Oh no. All this while I should have been typing up a rough draft of a paper I know is going to suck. I really don't know why the computer block sites. I mean the teacher is always right there with their bakillion eyes. I mean I know why they block like porn and stuff, but youtube after you finished all your work, or just don't feel like doing it, and you know that you don't really have to. HMMM... I'm suspicious. They block everything. Saying that it's entertainment. Well I'm really am over it. Because, this computer here kick ass. I'm in love with it. No blocks or anything, that because I'm trusted. TRUST. People should trust people more often. JEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.RANTING Really who gives a fuck. Computers are computer and whatever people decide to do with them, is their problem. I'm feeling super weird today. It's 12:17 am on a Sunday morning now. It's not like anyone is reading this. I have complete and total freedom. I can do no right nor wrong. I'M A PERFECT HUMAN BEING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-3020756091030609130?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3020756091030609130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3020756091030609130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3020756091030609130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3020756091030609130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-was-at-school-other-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-7028463663677734806</id><published>2010-01-16T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:44:37.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost 10 days wow. I'm amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumb2.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/01/05/anigif,animated,black,white,creepy,eyes,gif-da181bcace52c1f8eef317920f490a74_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://thumb2.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/01/05/anigif,animated,black,white,creepy,eyes,gif-da181bcace52c1f8eef317920f490a74_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is no doubt that I like scary movies, just all around scary stuff. So should I like SPAM With PICTURES? I think YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katnip.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/creepy-kid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://katnip.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/creepy-kid2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katnip.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/creepy-kid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Should I stop? Well I have yet to find anything off google. Google displeases me today. Well now I want to go watch a scary movie, but it's broad daylight outside. Hmmm what to do what to do. Mayby I should go outside....LOL fat chance. I'm wayyy to lazy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katnip.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/creepy-kid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-7028463663677734806?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/7028463663677734806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=7028463663677734806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7028463663677734806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7028463663677734806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/01/almost-10-days-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-2881850509949159305</id><published>2010-01-07T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:50:12.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.juiceboxcreative.com.au/images/news/media/creepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 566px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 510px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.juiceboxcreative.com.au/images/news/media/creepy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WHAT IS THAT???? Why is Beware the Beggers making a post in the middle of the school week? Doesn't she have homework? Yep! In fact, I'm doing homework right now. German homework to be exact. Shouldn't I get to it? It's only one tiny little grade. But, it calls me. It haunts me. It follows me into my dreams and only pokes out to wisper in my ear DO YOUR HOMEWORK!!!!. Will I? Well there is always that chance that I don't have to go to school tomrrow that 1% chance. Do I want to risk it? Looking up people from Zurich doesn't sound pleasing...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE MY LOVES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-2881850509949159305?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2881850509949159305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=2881850509949159305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2881850509949159305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2881850509949159305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-that-why-is-beware-beggers.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-8918667295319324606</id><published>2010-01-03T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:34:00.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEuy89N0mTM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/DEuy89N0mTM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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 could not find a good picture and I got mad, but all I want to say is have a happy 2010 and what not. Ummm, I leave you with an amazing song. Instrumental and epic. So far 2010 has been alright. Sadly, it's only early in the year. I don't want to DOOM myself. So, I'll here with a maybe for the rest of the year. I'm very weird about this kind of stuff. Again, when I have something to say the post will be epic, but my mind is in a black hole of happy soooooo no epic for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-8918667295319324606?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8918667295319324606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=8918667295319324606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8918667295319324606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8918667295319324606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-could-not-find-good-picture-and-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-1538968915248756225</id><published>2009-12-29T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:33:02.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.yourlocalweb.co.uk/images/pictures/12/81/fallen-tree-bridge-125922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.yourlocalweb.co.uk/images/pictures/12/81/fallen-tree-bridge-125922.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really have no idea what to write about today. It's just ya, know I'm bored as hell and dinner is not til two more hours. Pasta awaits me at 5:00 oh and I hope I have french bread also. Forget carbs and whatelse, it taste good. Again screw moderation. Woah old post from old times. Speaking of old post from old times. This one reminds me of them. Just typing complete nonsence and then bing all like where my choketoes at. I never really knew what choketoes was or is. So today I will find out. I found nothing, but a ton of Choketoe profile that may or may not be mine .Not a problem with that. It's my thing now. RAWR. Ummm I little thing about me. Any time I'm on the the computer I listen to music. Itunes is a beast. Right now the song is New Corpse by Acid Bath. Good God that's quite a name for a band. It's winter break and it's awesome. For new years I'm going to Alabama. and then coming back to (BLANK)...Figure out the blank peeps...   BYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYE  BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-1538968915248756225?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/1538968915248756225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=1538968915248756225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1538968915248756225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1538968915248756225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-have-no-idea-what-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-7663152536013366963</id><published>2009-12-24T11:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:07:11.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.creativeclass.com/creative_class/_wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.creativeclass.com/creative_class/_wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second Post of the day because I fee that I may not be able to do this due to Holidays and family that come and leeches my food! I love them anyways. I wanna say good bye to 2009. I don't have any picture(camera is dead and I'm too lazy to get up.), but memories. 2009 wasn't the best year ever by any means, it certainly was exciting. First off Morning musume in LA was the shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yd1f-UPI4yY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/yd1f-UPI4yY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got to get there autographs and shake their hands and talk to them. BEST TIME EVER. That is about the best thing that happened in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main reason of this post is me saying goodbye to the decade, the only decade were I lived through all the years, the 2000's. Where I went from 1st to 11th grade. Wow So my childhood is basically stuffed into that. Sure I remember the 1990's and what is was like. Those memories are foggy, and are trying to fold on with there slimy 0-6 year old hands. I moved alot and went to alot of schools during this time, and sure there are alot of things I wish I could take back and beat them in an dark alley, but all that is in the unchangeable past. Waving goodbye to a decade no doubt makes me feel old, but I guess hello to new changes and opportunities. One year that I would like to relive. Ummmmmm summer of 2008. Idk why but it was perfect. I loved it, and that week in California in 2009. But besides that. None. It's time to say goodbye. so I'll end with what I love............BYE...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-7663152536013366963?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/7663152536013366963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=7663152536013366963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7663152536013366963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7663152536013366963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/12/second-post-of-day-because-i-fee-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5653389824021120519</id><published>2009-12-24T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:43:04.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.magazine13.com/img/bizarre-oddities/worlds-most-bizarre-and-intriguing-hot-air-balloons/worlds-most-bizarre-and-intriguing-hot-air-balloons01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.magazine13.com/img/bizarre-oddities/worlds-most-bizarre-and-intriguing-hot-air-balloons/worlds-most-bizarre-and-intriguing-hot-air-balloons01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beware the beggers has some exciting news. When I logged in at 1:32 pm I saw the most amazing thing. That thing made me go smile. What was that thing you ask or shouold I say one person asks? Well I got another Follower that I don't even know in real life! SMILE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMgk1cftVuI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMgk1cftVuI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtvyBgp-Wxs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtvyBgp-Wxs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;Ovbously I have way to much time on my hands or I'm that much of a fan. But, for me while both being song filled with WIN. I choose the newer one. Why? Because it's numer 4 on my most played in Itunes. But, does that give it a real reson of win? Nope. The demo has a much more air-y feel to it. Much more shoe gazing, instead of jumping.(?) Agin, I have way to much time on my hands. Choketoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of way too much time I'm have fallen in love with omegle.com It's completly useless and time wasting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5653389824021120519?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5653389824021120519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5653389824021120519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5653389824021120519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5653389824021120519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/12/beware-beggers-has-some-exciting-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5421369360828319647</id><published>2009-12-22T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:24:26.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With winter break being awesome and midterms(hell) being over I have decided to show y'all something. My face? My arm? My House? Oh nooo. That's something that I don't think that you will ever see. Not EVER! But I will show you another song and something that goes perfect with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is Team Sleep Ippp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhiXMO3dOsY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhiXMO3dOsY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;Right around the 25 seconds mark is my absolute favorite. This song is LOVE. It explains me in that sorda odd silent way. Idk I'm just weird. When I first heard this song on myspace I became addicted, but the I forgot about it until I was reading comments in another video and the commenter pointed us to this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5F5Botg5n0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5F5Botg5n0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;Team Sleep-The Amhearst Terrorist. What makes this song good? It's slight telling of emotion without ever uttering a word? The Ending? It's still a demo but by god if they ever add words to this song I will have a fit. Actually if they add words to both of these song I will throw a fit. These songs are perfect the way they. But, yes they are an acquired taste. I showed a dear friend of mine and she told me "This shit is depressing turn it off." Not that I would be offended by that statement because of the music she listens to. Oh god my music is somewhat depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still ponder though what makes me love these song that this is probably have listend to them about 5,000,000,000 times each and still want more. Is it sheer boredom of nothing interesting in my life that still continues, or is it the wanting of the smae old same old. I really don't care. The side bar at youtube is offering more songs. Maybe for another date Beware the Beggers. Most likely yes. Shhh. Teen Mom is on I have to go see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5421369360828319647?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5421369360828319647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5421369360828319647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5421369360828319647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5421369360828319647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-winter-break-being-awesome-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-6391010120063725989</id><published>2009-12-19T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:48:56.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Forgotten blog. Maybe A newer blog has taken my attention? One with tons of fun icons. Poking fun at idol blogs. That was not hard to create due to google. One blog that no one will read quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; like this one. Maybe &lt;a href="http://blog.oricon.co.jp/riseofblake/"&gt;http://blog.oricon.co.jp/riseofblake/&lt;/a&gt; !!!! I don't think that I can quite let this one go. It's my total Summer of 08' reminder. And then my tenth grade year of schooling. I can't quite remember this blog for summer of 09' because I didn't quite care for it. But, for some odd reason I think I love this blog. Showing the Changes of me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trough&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;br /&gt;year(s). You've been fun. This blog reminds me of my other side (Aside of my wanting to stay a kid forever) The Internet to me is a portal to my immaturity. But also my lack of caring about anything on here. It peaks my interests in art, and hides my loving for Hello!Project. That's my spilt personality on the Internet. The blog on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oricon&lt;/span&gt; will be my (secret) wanting of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Idolism&lt;/span&gt;. Here will be my American (I'm pure white) side, my true side. I'll post my other interest here. Like the history or silent movies or something so awesome that I can't contain it. The other will show my complaints and short quick things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every single&lt;/span&gt; day. So I guess that this is a new start. SO I LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-6391010120063725989?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/6391010120063725989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=6391010120063725989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6391010120063725989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6391010120063725989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-forgotten-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-2456606183087354751</id><published>2009-12-07T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:24:12.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.intlwota.com/fieldsofmaizeandberryz/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/koharu-grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 495px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.intlwota.com/fieldsofmaizeandberryz/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/koharu-grass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is weird. I hardly ever type about my love for morning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;musume&lt;/span&gt;, but She, above, is gone. The generation I discovered of morning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;musume&lt;/span&gt; was the 9 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nin&lt;/span&gt;, the longest lasting lineup ever. As much as I never paid attention to her and found her kinda annoying in the All singles concert, she will strangely be missed. No, maybe not. I never disliked her or anything, but I didn't love her. When I'd do my rankings she was always the member I forgot to add in. (If ya want to know my rankings just ask!) I'm torn. The line-up that I discovered is done for. And to see her in m-line rather in a group shot on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Helloproject&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;com's&lt;/span&gt; front page makes me feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; sad to be honest. I'm sure she'll do fine in the future with her rail-thin self. Nine smiles concert tour is over. Now 7 gen. is gone forever. While I'm happy because she couldn't sing at all, and she never caught my attention(except for AX IN LA.) Maybe this is a good thing she's gone. Not lines in concert could be more evenly spread out. More lines for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LINLIN&lt;/span&gt;! Well I leave you with one of my favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt; of the epic line-up. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;noDial&lt;/span&gt; 6700 from the resonance live &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfKM0cJE4gU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfKM0cJE4gU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/7996470883345291391-2456606183087354751?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2456606183087354751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=2456606183087354751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2456606183087354751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2456606183087354751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-8262972988811270646</id><published>2009-12-02T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:13:14.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lost of all freedom I present a song from yester year that will never get out of my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfqL7bwx9fs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&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/NfqL7bwx9fs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think this video was soo bad, mostly because I thought the lyrics were everyone get NAUGHTY instead of united. Opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post something good laters. Ya know, when I get my mind back from prison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-8262972988811270646?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8262972988811270646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=8262972988811270646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8262972988811270646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8262972988811270646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-of-all-freedom-i-present-song-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-1706986893508005167</id><published>2009-11-16T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:54:29.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found a song that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vozNQX6Ye1A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vozNQX6Ye1A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-1706986893508005167?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/1706986893508005167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=1706986893508005167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1706986893508005167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1706986893508005167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-found-song-that-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-1792348894593301842</id><published>2009-11-03T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:58:46.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tstl.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/the-black-death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 578px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 411px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tstl.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/the-black-death.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jewelsworld.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/plague1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://jewelsworld.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/plague1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; happy that I wasn't there for that time. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;survival&lt;/span&gt; if my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ancient&lt;/span&gt; family. I love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind iS out of my head for now. I can't even have a desent thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-1792348894593301842?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/1792348894593301842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=1792348894593301842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1792348894593301842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1792348894593301842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/11/damn-i-soooo-happy-that-i-wasnt-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-958846567701271446</id><published>2009-10-26T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:04:26.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Repetitiveness is getting to me. It's killing me. Why am I such a wuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-958846567701271446?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/958846567701271446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=958846567701271446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/958846567701271446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/958846567701271446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/10/repetitiveness-is-getting-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-6574222558265013070</id><published>2009-10-21T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:54:26.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I realized something I never had an introduction post. So why not now. Well I'm "MarieBlakey" My real name is in there, I'm a girl and I'm 16. I often complain about school,, but now I am more complaining about the other aspects of life. I hate being a kid with no money(I'm broke, not my parents) Getting a job is kinda hard in this economy. I suck at dicussing politics so I don't try. I always end up sounding super stupid and I make an ass out of myself. So I have decided to be smart and stay away. I'm unlucky in many ways with people(!), school, and just alround stuff. It annoys me. I've moved around alot when I was a kid so I've seen many places?! Idk. I like IDK it's my answer to most things. My main annoyance right now is english for more reason than one. I like to write to Carrie. Btw I'm writing something to you right now Carrie, it's super long and it's taking me forever...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that smart. I never was and I don't think I ever will be. Do I care.. Yes. I can't lie(nor keep a straight face). My grammar sucks and so does my spelling, but my momma raised me right so I should be fine. I hope. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-6574222558265013070?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/6574222558265013070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=6574222558265013070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6574222558265013070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6574222558265013070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-i-realized-something-i-never-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-992410237527057807</id><published>2009-10-17T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:51:41.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/enOOmVGDk8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/enOOmVGDk8Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smile time! I love this new song. It's always nice to hear and Get well soon Chi. ROCKET SKATES FTW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reading over my blogpost for the past year I have realized something, I am really stupid. I want to say sorry to my blog for letting me spewing such suckage stuff. I kept looking over and I though wow I was bored and unable to put what I was feeling or thinking at the moment without letting it look like a 5th grader wrote it. Besides, I think that a 5th grader would do a much better job. I complain alot in one towards the end of the school year and the dumber I got the more people would pay attention to me. except when I guess I hit my blogging low, which was when people stopped giving me pictures of fat people(what was that) and then I got more stupid. I think I didn't care, but still liked this blog. I don't think I'll ever leave this thing. It's my rotten joy. No one I know reads this so I can write whatever I want. That gives me freedom and joy. So today I'll leave with my usual BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-992410237527057807?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/992410237527057807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=992410237527057807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/992410237527057807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/992410237527057807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-34452065163238238</id><published>2009-10-10T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:49:43.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCREW IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-34452065163238238?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/34452065163238238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=34452065163238238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/34452065163238238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/34452065163238238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-week-was-just-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-4933115181091008433</id><published>2009-10-05T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:01:47.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kimrichter.com/Blog/uploaded_images/why-732848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.kimrichter.com/Blog/uploaded_images/why-732848.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've been asking. In selfish ways like "why isn't this going my way, why can't I have it my way ,why doesn't homework disappeared so I can sleep more(and blog more), why did my old classes suck so much so now they put me in suckier classes, why doesn't (?) notice me, why do I have these silly little thoughts that I know will never happen n matter how much, why do I feel absolutely nothing towards the death of somebody, why after hearing the death of somebody do I automatically wanna live an extra 10 years (I feel like a horrible human for the second to last one. ), why am I so god damn horrible, why do I suck at spelling, why do I not really eat lunch at school, most importantly why am I me? I could of been someone else. Someone popular someone cool or a whore give or take.&lt;br /&gt;And in non selfish ways why does Chi (deftones) have to be in a coma? Why did he have to be in that car crash? Why would people create genocide? Why hate to an extreme? But if I say that's not important I will get a talking to. Like any other my age I'll just tune it out. Draw in the margins of my paper of daydream about well nothing important. Maybe an awesome battle between Jesus and Mohamed or God vs. Satan like the old Egyptian myth about the sun god and the moon(I forgot) god battling it out for the sun to rise every morning. Amazing.or I'll listen and then walk away in the middle of a sentence because it was sooo boring. With the person yelling at me for my lack of manners. I'll blame it on in the future for being a teenager. Teenagers don't have morals or manners right? We're mindless sexbots with to much free time, right? Maybe that's true for some of us, but not for most of us. Not for me! Why not for me? Because I cooler (or what some other people say not cool enough) well who cares it's all a matter of opinion. I want a payday( the candy) or real money I'll take both&lt;br /&gt; EDIT! I realized what are my favorite things in life. It was pretty sad fellow H!O chatters. I'm going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-4933115181091008433?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4933115181091008433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=4933115181091008433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4933115181091008433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4933115181091008433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-all-ive-been-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-66287910889882797</id><published>2009-10-03T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:54:41.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing I hate about the world  is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latfh.com/"&gt;http://www.latfh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhh No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More in a minute. (I really do have nothing to post about. Seriously yall life's boring.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-66287910889882797?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/66287910889882797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=66287910889882797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/66287910889882797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/66287910889882797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-thing-i-hate-about-world-is-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-1498061857583941241</id><published>2009-09-26T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:10:03.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.russiablog.org/TroyatIvanTheTerrible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.russiablog.org/TroyatIvanTheTerrible.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My week has benn terrible. Not like Ivan the terrible terrible, but just bad. Uhhh It's hard to explain. So I'm excaping to the internet this weekend. And get to eat my beloved FRITO PIE! I've been look towards that all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD I know SAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-1498061857583941241?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/1498061857583941241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=1498061857583941241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1498061857583941241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1498061857583941241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-week-has-benn-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-4684628953749789564</id><published>2009-09-14T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:34:27.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once my awesome blog I only have one follower. Nothin' wrong with that, but me being a teenage girl I crave more. No  this is not a post to beg for readers. Oh hell no but merely so I can learn to type like a godess that has been desened from heaven. Heavan I thought about it many times. Many senarios, like it's a place where you could live out your life how you wanted to. This one was my dream. I would be one selfish little queen. Spending on myself not helping others. I wouldn't care I'd be in heaven. Angels never really crossed my mind when thinking about heaven. Sure they go hand in hand, but do I care? no. Another thing about heaven was I'd just get to hang out with the almighty Jesus. I used to think up crazy things when I was little. Like for instence that my life was all some big movie for some sicko in the sky. Or my  life was like the sims(If that's true I wanna beat the kid who controls me). but, do I believe in these things? HELL NO. I don't even know what I believe and truth is I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do y'all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-4684628953749789564?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4684628953749789564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=4684628953749789564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4684628953749789564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4684628953749789564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-my-awesome-blog-i-only-have-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-4646667767384843298</id><published>2009-09-08T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:41:53.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jessicagregory.net/images/abstact_poetic_justice_jessicagregory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1746px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.jessicagregory.net/images/abstact_poetic_justice_jessicagregory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While school drains me I tend to look for something to inspire me. This week is a no. Tooo much school work. And Busy this weekend. So just enjoy the awesome pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-4646667767384843298?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4646667767384843298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=4646667767384843298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4646667767384843298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4646667767384843298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/09/while-school-drains-me-i-tend-to-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-4395854104859604225</id><published>2009-09-06T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:51:30.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nvm I'll post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-4395854104859604225?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4395854104859604225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=4395854104859604225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4395854104859604225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4395854104859604225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/09/nvm-ill-post-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3938005392101372351</id><published>2009-09-01T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:03:52.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I'm old(and I mean really old) I want to write a book about me in high school. Sure it's prob. won't be done. But, I don't really care for now. My mind has been on a real creative kick recently with various types of stuff like for example of the stalker who lives inside this girls house and keeps a very detailed journal of her. (Weird no?)It wasn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; be disgusting at all. He wasn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; rape her or kill her or anything like that.(Heavens no!) But in my head the girl found out about him and instead of being really grossed out about it all she accepted him. And, later it all turns out that she was the psycho blah blah blah. Then school came into mind and ruined it all.&lt;br /&gt;      So on the first week of school I found myself completely being a negative Nancy and just hating it all. So, like any other person I just sucked it up and decided to become an adult and only what 2 more years of this. Fantastic moving on. Once I got over the first week and onto the weekend I relaxed a little bit and did nothing(which was great for the lazy me) But, then by god's will I woke up on Monday morning and God up got dressed and went to school. Sure it was great and all, but I found it to be absolutely dull. Finding others way to entertain myself was a must. So, at one of my blow off classes I started thinking. Thinking about school. As much as I wanted to put it in the back of mind it wouldn't let me. It was like the America's next top Model it just keeps coming back. (I don't hate the show, in fact I love it, but it just keeps coming back dammit.)And then I think I saw what I saw. Do I know that it exist...no, but do I want to believe...Yes! I have become schadenfreude. Schadenfreude is pleasure in other people's pain. Now, I'm not the one that has the pain hopefully. But, people I know are... Well not right now, but maybe sometime in the future.&lt;br /&gt;      Now the thing that I'm talking about is this kid who I swear I saw marks on his wrist(and no not from a pen or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whatevs&lt;/span&gt;.)Well maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt;. I only saw it for like a nanosecond. So then I started playing around in my head about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; Wonder if this kid would kill himself, and then wondering when like by winter or summer. That's were I stopped. I thought "Dude how could you think of such a thought. Are you alright? This guy has a family, friends and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; God(?). I wanted to smack myself in the head. Was I alright? Yeah, just bored.  The class I was in was not fun. It was not fun. The stuff we were learning was really easy so I could just easily let my mind go and turn it back on and still be able to get everything. Piece of Cake(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yummm&lt;/span&gt; that sounds good now!)&lt;br /&gt;      After the last bell rang I went to the (what I'm kinda to old to ride(wait you're never to old)) the bus. Where I found my friend at the lovely front of the bus and sat next to her and like any other teenage girl does talk. We could talk of hours, but I'm not on the bus that long anyhow! Anyways she said that one of her AP classes was her blow off classes. Once she said that on my face with a smile I said "really? That's cool." But, in my head it was a completely different story. Once she said that I immediately thought"Really? I hope you get overwhelmed and fail. And the thought of her failing kinda made me do a little jingle in my head. I find her to be super superior&lt;br /&gt;in the whole smartness level. She has a confidence level to her that is easily wanted by all parent of their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; children and the maturity level of a adult. So basically she's every parents wet dream. Also, doesn't care about the mainstream. That guy from the Breakfast wishes that he could be her. But, of coarse this is only her from the outside and I have no fucking clue to her real life. But her saying that an AP class is easy just made angry, not like hulk angry, but close(very very close.)&lt;br /&gt;     Like I said school is one boring wasteland. I went up to my mom and asked her "What do you remember from (my) grade?" Ya know what she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;replied &lt;/span&gt; with "Nothing really" And I was like alright! Wow, well I'll suck it up complete the year with the insane self. Eww. Lazy me saying BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-3938005392101372351?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3938005392101372351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3938005392101372351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3938005392101372351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3938005392101372351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-im-oldand-i-mean-really-old-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-1746835295754037114</id><published>2009-08-28T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:34:52.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry!!! I was busy with stuff I won't really used when I grow up a.k.a. SCHOOL! Yeah First week booring long. No really It felt like a month. Had a test and quizes fun stuff peeps. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;For the cool in all of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_a9-uUhSMk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&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/d_a9-uUhSMk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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/7996470883345291391-1746835295754037114?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/1746835295754037114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=1746835295754037114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1746835295754037114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1746835295754037114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sorry-i-was-busy-with-stuff-i-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5277033307618439424</id><published>2009-08-22T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:43:29.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.igda.org/huntsville/pizza-page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 803px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 704px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.igda.org/huntsville/pizza-page.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you know me then you know that I love pizza. It's like the best food ever. It's perfect. No wait it's like super bad for you, but so tasty. Omg I'm gunna get fat. I talk like a fattie, so it's bound to happen. That really sucks. Well maybe I'll stop being lazy and work out(lol like that'll ever happen) Anyways pizza is perfect in everyother way because it's good with any topping and I love to make it. I love to cook, and eat. But, I ;m a really picky eater. Gotta change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto awesome videos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mwq088UFfTg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mwq088UFfTg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET OUT OF MY HEAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5277033307618439424?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5277033307618439424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5277033307618439424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5277033307618439424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5277033307618439424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-know-me-then-you-know-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3667933554536306265</id><published>2009-08-18T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:53:21.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_6/District9Poster_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 488px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_6/District9Poster_000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This movie was amazing. Bravo. Win some awards please!&lt;br /&gt;Umm this week so far nothing has happened. School starts on monday(eww) and I don't want to go. Like anyother teenager. So wish me luck and today I'll leave you with an awesome song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBfoMgllphs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&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/UBfoMgllphs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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/7996470883345291391-3667933554536306265?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3667933554536306265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3667933554536306265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3667933554536306265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3667933554536306265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-movie-was-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-2661045431039187536</id><published>2009-08-13T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:49:02.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Thursday night at 9:44. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havn't&lt;/span&gt; been outside all day. I forgot to call my sisters and see how school went, and slept for half the day, and ate the rest of the half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dezeen.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/ghost-chair-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 675px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dezeen.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/ghost-chair-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^That is the coolest chair in the whole entire world. I want it now. What creature is in it? A clear sea animal. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt; a monster. Sea monster. Yeah. I'd kill it. Ha. Well It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;August, and Closer to Halloween. I love Halloween. Horror movie FTW! I'm kinda to old to go trick or treating, but I still want to dress up. Lets see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-2661045431039187536?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2661045431039187536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=2661045431039187536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2661045431039187536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2661045431039187536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-thursday-night-at-944.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-4561444991593662267</id><published>2009-08-10T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:11:58.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well It's almost time for  BACK TO SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOO. I've been enjoying doing nothing all day. Wake up about noon and eat watch tv go hang out Stay up til 2 in the morning and then the same thing all over.  Well then maybe it's time for school than. Wake up about 6 in the morning, get ready, go to school,  get home, lazy around, eat dinner, do homework,  go to sleep. My life is boring no matter what. OMFG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-4561444991593662267?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4561444991593662267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=4561444991593662267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4561444991593662267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4561444991593662267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-its-almost-time-for-back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-8294826473863149187</id><published>2009-08-03T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:18:22.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for sucky movie time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UC_Cm19S5nk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UC_Cm19S5nk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel like watching just a  terrible horror film to um laugh at, but I was wrong this time.    this movie is so bad. Well at the start it was okay until... The diner scene where we get introduced to the lovely bad threesome and they aunt(diner owner?) and  her niece. Well the plot well the single mom of two arrives in a new town so she can go into the mortuary business!shocking huh? Well they move into a piece of crap house with a graveyard in their front yard. Anyways there is  a rumor that this guy lives in the graveyard and he is ugly. His family used to own the the whole thing until he killed them off or something. I don't really want to tell you the whole movie, but trust me 2 out 10 stars just for the pucking scenes only. I'M forgetting how to spell. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-8294826473863149187?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8294826473863149187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=8294826473863149187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8294826473863149187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8294826473863149187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-for-sucky-movie-time-some-days-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-749923117911453331</id><published>2009-07-30T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:24:40.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just finished off a eggand cheese sandwitch, so I am fully ready to blog. LETS GO!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Morning musume Is releasing their 40th single and while they a-side is cool, the b-side is somewhat better I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rR4xxb-Ml4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rR4xxb-Ml4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky huh?&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems that i'm all alone in my liking of this better than the a side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8_2p0WT3Hzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8_2p0WT3Hzk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While both song are good I love this song too esp Korharu's line and Reina's lines and the chorus too. By all means it's not a bad song it just reminds my of SYO alittle to much. Hmm. What do you think Carrie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a fan of the p.v. or Risa's new hair. Makes her look skinnier like a starving child. Linlin only solo dark shot is eww. Idk, a bad angle? Linlin's my favorite member... even though she like the least favorite. I don't understand why. Then again I'm not a man. So I'm going to leave you with linlin amazing solo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uml09Yf1TVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uml09Yf1TVs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;She doesn't get to sing this at the summer concert. no!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-749923117911453331?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/749923117911453331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=749923117911453331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/749923117911453331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/749923117911453331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-just-finished-off-eggand-cheese.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5357213051509419759</id><published>2009-07-25T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:34:30.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.doganswers.com/images/creepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 540px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.doganswers.com/images/creepy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I type in creepy and I got this.... Umm do people have balls anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same goes with horror movies. I don't get them anymore. Sure there have been some good ones, but not from my country. Noooo In the U.S.A we are so focused on remakes and trying not offend anybody because we don't wanna get sued. Umm movie people go suck an egg. I dare you stop making god awful remakes and start new ideas. Like recently I saw the remake of my bloddy valentime. Umm why was there like a whole thing with the naked girl and the little person, umm the movie failed at that and the ending was way too preditable and I havn't seen the original. Nor will I ever. eww. Anyways ganguro me? Maybe BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5357213051509419759?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5357213051509419759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5357213051509419759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5357213051509419759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5357213051509419759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/07/once-again-i-type-in-creepy-and-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-1011240696567838649</id><published>2009-07-21T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:59:28.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o0fM8DXeCYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o0fM8DXeCYk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dudes this song kicks ass. At first it sound like it's gunna ba a mess, but then it kicks in with the singing, and I fell in love with it. This better sell well Japan. Ya hear that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-1011240696567838649?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/1011240696567838649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=1011240696567838649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1011240696567838649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1011240696567838649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/07/dudes-this-song-kicks-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5013783900353603197</id><published>2009-07-17T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:30:06.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stuff that I think is cool so you should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcRHe_ppd0Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcRHe_ppd0Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pNUpJOIj8Fw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/pNUpJOIj8Fw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jBXBRvHt8lg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/jBXBRvHt8lg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;3 Videos for today tomorrow who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap it's the 17th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5013783900353603197?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5013783900353603197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5013783900353603197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5013783900353603197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5013783900353603197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuff-that-i-think-is-cool-so-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5695176411845287597</id><published>2009-07-13T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:02:25.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/28/Expecting_family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 499px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/28/Expecting_family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UMMM... Weird? Where is the guy's clothes? where's the mama pants ? Why is the child place so awkardly? Ewww poped up into my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Type in creepy family this poped up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CREEEEEEPY? Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5695176411845287597?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5695176411845287597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5695176411845287597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5695176411845287597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5695176411845287597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/07/ummm.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-6378480554499433363</id><published>2009-07-09T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:59:55.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's fun these days? Blogging? Maybe...But Right now my ultra bored self at 11:56 at night is reading endless comment and the people that you alll love to hate or love Idk and Idc. Been keeping my Itunes on shuffle or like the past two days. Sining along with every song and if I were to make a video of it it would expload people's head with how untalented I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S FUN FOR YOU? CHOKETOE. Or wait you don't exist.. Hell yeah no readers for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. This is getting stupid, beyond pointless and boring. PEACE TURTLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-6378480554499433363?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/6378480554499433363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=6378480554499433363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6378480554499433363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6378480554499433363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-fun-these-days-blogging-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3675066748611324196</id><published>2009-07-07T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:42:39.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/s6lbCLCm8oVbXraJi7853TdjddRy3kyN2*YXZWKO4iAGW1Xi6T2FJNivHxN6QJUxHbJghL4tOKLya2Q-SGFMtehcjF-jgOt7/T447_Los_Angeles_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1171px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 785px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/s6lbCLCm8oVbXraJi7853TdjddRy3kyN2*YXZWKO4iAGW1Xi6T2FJNivHxN6QJUxHbJghL4tOKLya2Q-SGFMtehcjF-jgOt7/T447_Los_Angeles_07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's where I've been for the last week. Had an amazing time. Not to much to post abouit it, but I got morning musume's autograph and saw them in concert. I went to 4 beaches and they were really cold. La weather was really cold. I didn't get that. Where I live it's always hot and I live in the south. I mostly packed short so I was screwed. But they did have nice weather . It got too cold for July. I also ate too much but I walked alot of I lost all the weight. Or, atleast I think I did. Took a ton of pictures and spent too much money. But, I got some cool stuff so it's alright. Not much to say about my trip, but carls jr. has some really good food. It was yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-3675066748611324196?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3675066748611324196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3675066748611324196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3675066748611324196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3675066748611324196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-where-ive-been-for-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-7588930431337422238</id><published>2009-06-26T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:19:03.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hemmy.net/images/interesting/weirdhouse04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 566px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.hemmy.net/images/interesting/weirdhouse04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Umm Sorry. Where  I went they had really crappy internet with all these viruses and all. So I just said no. So I comeback home and then internet set up has changed. Eww. I loved it the way it was and now the tabs change colors. That about the only good thing. I  lie. I'll never quit bloging. Unless I say IT'S THE END, but it's not. See you next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-7588930431337422238?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/7588930431337422238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=7588930431337422238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7588930431337422238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7588930431337422238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/06/umm-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-4552848506189892546</id><published>2009-06-11T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:43:25.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/3123535264_efb74b8ce7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/3123535264_efb74b8ce7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My O' my how time has gone by. Three more days and I have been blogging for a year. One whole year. I didn't expect that. Kinda happy. Time has really flown by, but has anythins changed? Nope not really. In my life nope except that I have gotten older and really dull. I mean ever since you, choketoe, have stopped leaving comment with fat people (what?) I have been getting lazier and lazier. Well this post onward maybe just maybe I'll start putting more effort into this blog. I hope so. Anyways It's late and I'm tired. So to end with what I uaslly end with BYE!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-4552848506189892546?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4552848506189892546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=4552848506189892546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4552848506189892546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4552848506189892546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-o-my-how-time-has-gone-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/3123535264_efb74b8ce7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-4497282767990317641</id><published>2009-06-09T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:47:14.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thesituationist.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/full-moon-by-crudity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 440px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thesituationist.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/full-moon-by-crudity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will just be like yesterday. Nothing. I did nothing yesterday, same with today. Maybe that's a lie since the day is so young.Let's hope that someting amazing happens! Okay moving on...If I saw that rat monster I think that I would just about die. Yeah...... BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-4497282767990317641?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4497282767990317641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=4497282767990317641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4497282767990317641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/4497282767990317641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-will-just-be-like-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-632230756094784021</id><published>2009-06-06T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:05:32.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.avataroverdrive.com/images/i_a_6/enlightenment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 529px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.avataroverdrive.com/images/i_a_6/enlightenment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So are we gunna think today? No not really. I'm kindamad though. Chiller doesn't play tales from the cyrpt anymore in the mornings. Eww. Well they did play a marathon the first day of summer. When I woke up they were plaaying my favorite episode, so I guess not as much eww right?Idk. I'm just happy the summer has arrived. Time to sleep in and stay up til 5! Yeah BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-632230756094784021?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/632230756094784021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=632230756094784021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/632230756094784021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/632230756094784021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-are-we-gunna-think-today-no-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-217047734881287331</id><published>2009-06-04T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:15:48.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The image won't work and I'm way to lazy to go find another one. Point of today is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCHOOL IS OUT!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now on to summer, and more blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-217047734881287331?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/217047734881287331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=217047734881287331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/217047734881287331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/217047734881287331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/06/image-wont-work-and-im-way-to-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-2163516034192228610</id><published>2009-05-29T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:38:29.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqIZIlMl4Fo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqIZIlMl4Fo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As exams come in I need to take my brain and num it this Friday. Saturday and Sunday be prepared for a crazy me. My dog is barking at nothing. I ran out of vegetable oil and the cookies call for it. On top of that math sucks history sucks and german sucks. Summer seems like such a unreachable place for now. Only 4 more day til school finally concludes and complaining me goes away. Those 4 days are gunna kill me. Great. Fun no. Exams go away. That song is calming. Nice loveable song that comes with a great picture. Adult Swim bumps. remind me of a long time ago. Back when I ise to like anime. Adult Swim saturday nights were the best for 4-6 grade me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/oh/08/chocolate-cake-oh-1727433-x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px" alt="" src="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/oh/08/chocolate-cake-oh-1727433-x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that. Screw moderation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-2163516034192228610?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2163516034192228610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=2163516034192228610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2163516034192228610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2163516034192228610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-exams-come-in-i-need-to-take-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-7691743967643618923</id><published>2009-05-22T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:32:10.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://helrunar.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/cthulhu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://helrunar.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/cthulhu.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I have way to much time on my hands. Um yeah. New things? I going to start buying new band t-shirts. Maybe. Yeah. Anyways How do you pronounce Cthulhu Fhtagn? It's bugging me. So right now I'm listening to Death album Symbolic. This up and comming sumeer with be my 2 years of liking them. Wow doesn't time fly by. One day I'll make a post about them. Fun stuff right? Or do you even know who they are? I'm typing about nothing now. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-7691743967643618923?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/7691743967643618923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=7691743967643618923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7691743967643618923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7691743967643618923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-i-have-way-to-much-time-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5292562715240378036</id><published>2009-05-21T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:02:50.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oddbirddesigns.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/dp-assortment-large-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.oddbirddesigns.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/dp-assortment-large-500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had chips and salsa I had ALOT! If you have read this blogg from the very beginning then I know about MODERATION! Moderation is key. Well I ate it. Oh well I don't really care. I'm not fat anyways. Like any other school child I can't wait for summer vacaytion. Like you have no Idea. But, despite tomorrow being friday I don't even what that to come. So many things todo Like test and all. This week has been packed full of project tests quizs abd all other fun summer stuff. Thankfully it's almost over. And I'll finally be able to stop complaining about it. Well I shouldn't be too sad. 4 day weekend comeing up. FUN STUFF. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5292562715240378036?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5292562715240378036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5292562715240378036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5292562715240378036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5292562715240378036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-had-chips-and-salsa-i-had-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-2600828707679551695</id><published>2009-05-14T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:04:08.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://davinciautomata.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/clock_screen02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://davinciautomata.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/clock_screen02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the hell have I been? Well sleeping. School is coming to an end and that is the time that teachers say hey let's give a test, quiz, and a project. In no way am I complaining. I'm very happy because that means that school is almost over. Well It's about time. I can not wait to breath the fresh air of summer. And all the exciting things that await me for summer. It will be very fun indeed. Also towards the end of the school year my concentration starts to fail. So in the middle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;German &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; think all I could do was think of team sleep songs. Now Team sleep b-sides exploded on me last summer. I would listen to them very often in July. That is also the time I discovered Hello!Project, but that's for another day. Anyways I miss summer and I can't wait to be able to embrace it again. BYE MY CHOKETOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-2600828707679551695?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2600828707679551695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=2600828707679551695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2600828707679551695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2600828707679551695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-hell-have-i-been-well-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3011107462105776604</id><published>2009-04-29T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:54:10.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/10/91%20Do%20You%20Think%20Its%20The%20Same%20Guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 567px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/10/91%20Do%20You%20Think%20Its%20The%20Same%20Guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello people How's it going. Well today I took the states assessment for math. Eww. Sixty-six question filled with uninteresting stuff. Fun. Well right now I'm listening to cosmic sea be Death. Fun stuff as always. The song is epic. Listen to it for yourself. You'll think it's awesome.  Yeah, today I don't have much to type about because god I'm so uninteresting. Just enjoy the picture. Funny...huh? I love you all BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-3011107462105776604?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3011107462105776604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3011107462105776604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3011107462105776604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3011107462105776604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-people-hows-it-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-7645829948576701414</id><published>2009-04-22T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:40:54.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nmsu.edu/~safety/images/fire_meaney.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 457px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nmsu.edu/~safety/images/fire_meaney.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt; a cute thing of fire that could bur down a whole forest! WOW! Anyways &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choketoes&lt;/span&gt; nothing really much to say beside I have been listening to too much Metal, or maybe not enough? I have not much to say today. Maybe next post a review? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt;. You decide. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-7645829948576701414?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/7645829948576701414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=7645829948576701414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7645829948576701414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7645829948576701414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/04/awww-cute-thing-of-fire-that-could-bur.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-541099887195619598</id><published>2009-04-16T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:10:27.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/alien-abduction-lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/alien-abduction-lamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XBw8cqgq1A/SXi2Z5AbsrI/AAAAAAAABqw/ckJ2YIkYH6s/s400/alien_on_hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waste of Money? NO! This lamp is amazing.  I mean look it's a cow. But,  on the other hand.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XBw8cqgq1A/SXi2Z5AbsrI/AAAAAAAABqw/ckJ2YIkYH6s/s400/alien_on_hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XBw8cqgq1A/SXi2Z5AbsrI/AAAAAAAABqw/ckJ2YIkYH6s/s400/alien_on_hill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waste of Money? Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-541099887195619598?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/541099887195619598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=541099887195619598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/541099887195619598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/541099887195619598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/04/waste-of-money-no-this-lamp-is-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XBw8cqgq1A/SXi2Z5AbsrI/AAAAAAAABqw/ckJ2YIkYH6s/s72-c/alien_on_hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-7837333331649205764</id><published>2009-04-13T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:23:25.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e9/A_Trip_to_the_Moon_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4kHC-6C2os/RtlWfe-fULI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MWF0XlElRbQ/s320/2007_09_01_Blog_Moon%2Bface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is from a really old movie named A Trip to the Moon. It;s about 14 or 8 minutes depending on how fast you watch it. made in 1902 in France it was by far the most advanced film at it's time. You can find it on youtube if you please to watch it. The plot is simple. They build a ship and it goes off to the moon where they find martians. It's most famous for being the setting of the Smaching Pumpkins video for Tonight Tonight.  Why did I dedicate a post to this? I don't know. Maybe just one off beat post for today. I mean my lastest one were nothing. Just me being lazy. Anyways BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-7837333331649205764?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/7837333331649205764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=7837333331649205764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7837333331649205764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7837333331649205764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-picture-is-from-really-old-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4kHC-6C2os/RtlWfe-fULI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MWF0XlElRbQ/s72-c/2007_09_01_Blog_Moon%2Bface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-1659257004224726474</id><published>2009-04-12T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:18:18.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is NUMBER... 100.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to find a picture, but I looked at the first page of google and it had no pictures that just said 100. Anyways people I hate to go all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;political&lt;/span&gt;, but on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homepage&lt;/span&gt; it has the people box thingy, and it said that the  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; dog has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arrived&lt;/span&gt;. Ummm Who really cares? If people care more about this than the actual world. We're screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I will start posting more. So please if you are reading please continue. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-1659257004224726474?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/1659257004224726474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=1659257004224726474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1659257004224726474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/1659257004224726474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-post-is-number.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5339223260421384112</id><published>2009-04-06T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:10:18.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 193px" height="193" width="221"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcRHe_ppd0Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&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;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcRHe_ppd0Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I start this I have a video for you! Play while you read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer of 2008! It seems like such a long time ago. But during this time is when I started this blog. When I started this blog I would just post a picture and write something, but then it started to time to find the right picture. Like over twenty minutes of google. Just to find the perfect one for today. Then, it became all paintings, and I would have to find the most beautiful one, that took me even longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skd-dresden.de/media/300_wunschbilder_rotari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px" alt="" src="http://www.skd-dresden.de/media/300_wunschbilder_rotari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty ain't it? It's German. All of this took place in July. All of which has inspired me today to created the longest post I have ever written to tell you all about things that remind me the most of Summer of 2008.First of all My vacation was really boring, nothing really important happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tales from the Crypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.idolator.com/assets/resources/2008/05/tales%20from%20the%20crypt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://cache.idolator.com/assets/resources/2008/05/tales%20from%20the%20crypt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest this is really cheesy epically with all the dude's puns, but it reminds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yesteryear&lt;/span&gt; so I thought why not I'll just watch it. Then it came to be where I would watch it every morning at eight O' clock am.(Yes, I would wake up that early.) Even though toward the end of July I was getting bored, it's still a fun show to watch. I find it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;funny ca&lt;/span&gt;use in most of the episode the acting is terrible and effect are horrible (I know it was the early 90's, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;com'on&lt;/span&gt;.) If you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen it the I suggest you watch,Can be found on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Team Sleep b-sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artistdirect.com/Images/artd/amg/music/bio/1630235_team_sleep_200x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.artistdirect.com/Images/artd/amg/music/bio/1630235_team_sleep_200x200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah team sleep. How can you not like them? My summer memory is filled with endless listening to the same old songs singing along with my terrible voice.  The one that reminds me most of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;summer is&lt;/span&gt; the one I put. Do you like it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Musume&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesonline.typepad.com/times_tokyo_weblog/images/morning_musume_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://timesonline.typepad.com/times_tokyo_weblog/images/morning_musume_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a really old picture because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;discover&lt;/span&gt; the old morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Musume&lt;/span&gt; first. I discovered them about June. I thought that they were so funny. Also, there was endless videos on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; of them singing or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Almighty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Utaban&lt;/span&gt;. Their songs are lovable, and singable. The music videos(in Japan it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pv&lt;/span&gt;) are fun. They were a great way to fill those boring summer days that I had. The new Morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Musume&lt;/span&gt; is great also, H!P kids are also starting to get my attention. On a side note now that elder club I wish the best of luck in the future. I will be seeing Morning Musume in L.A. Is anyone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's is all I can think of right now. Have you had fun on my journey down memory lane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5339223260421384112?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5339223260421384112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5339223260421384112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5339223260421384112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5339223260421384112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-8699503276677733842</id><published>2009-03-28T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:56:49.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New post is full of fun! Right? This is correct yessiree. I should post a picture. You'd like that wouldn't you. Man o my  IBE CRAZY. Anywho next entry pic spam of what I find good enough to make it. COMMENTS ANYONE. I know I fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-8699503276677733842?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8699503276677733842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=8699503276677733842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8699503276677733842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8699503276677733842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-post-is-full-of-fun-right-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5300789085722142069</id><published>2009-03-16T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:14:05.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a strange person. I still have hopes for bloging, but we both know that that ain't happening. I love my blog and all, but it's so bland. Once I tries to give it color the then it messed the post so I was like no. Adn another thing it has like on icons or whatever. Ya, know to make things pop. So I've been trying to get this new blog up and running. It's not that I'm stupid it's just that I have no idea how to operate it. So once I do I'll give you all the link and I'll have the funnest time with it. Maybe post a picture of me. Hah I doubt that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5300789085722142069?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5300789085722142069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5300789085722142069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5300789085722142069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5300789085722142069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-strange-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-190548598719184043</id><published>2009-03-04T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:45:20.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kushtush.com/Be_Fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 486px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 791px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kushtush.com/Be_Fair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH When you post a pick I've never realized that the ones at the botten had words. I'll never read hem, but I just realized that. How long have I had his blog for? OMG NO. I need to be more aware I geuss. So peeps BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-190548598719184043?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/190548598719184043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=190548598719184043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/190548598719184043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/190548598719184043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-2027742071950942701</id><published>2009-02-24T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:13:26.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I have been watching many interpretations of songs. Like you know they put a different word than the actual lyrics. Well they're funny and I wanna promont them. So my non real readers. PLease go watch some, but they only really work for metal. Sorry! Loves ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-2027742071950942701?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2027742071950942701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=2027742071950942701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2027742071950942701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2027742071950942701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-i-have-been-watching-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-8959665399578776811</id><published>2009-02-22T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:39:47.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Gojira 04. Is that nuf' said or no? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-8959665399578776811?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8959665399578776811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=8959665399578776811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8959665399578776811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8959665399578776811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-8060548944977874714</id><published>2009-02-16T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:16:32.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now I'm listening to a songs that I've listen to about 10 times in a row. I NEED TO STOP, but I can't. Well it only takes one click of the mouce and I'm done, but I'm very resistent to this Idea. So yeah the Duggar are on tonight. Be sure to figure how they will pull religion into this this time. YEAH. Yeah Duggars stop. And the the song Ecomoni To Morning Musume - Help!! ~EcoMoni no Acchi Chikyuu wo Samasunda!~ Poped out of no where. I really need to get out of this phase and on to hte next one. PEACE FOREVER OR NOT FOREVER. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-8060548944977874714?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8060548944977874714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=8060548944977874714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8060548944977874714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8060548944977874714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-now-im-listening-to-songs-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3968335696191528196</id><published>2009-02-11T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:38:00.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. There is nothing to write about, except that I'm typing this without looking at the keyboard. That is amazing to me because I've spent this much time on the computer to know. Is that scary, or more like an awakening to tell me STOP being on the computer as much. I really don't have anything to do on here exceot to write in here. So yay I'm gunna go. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-3968335696191528196?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3968335696191528196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3968335696191528196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3968335696191528196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3968335696191528196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-7133390197657422357</id><published>2009-02-08T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:39:47.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.davinaadams.com/laminated-cards/img/number_90a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 479px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.davinaadams.com/laminated-cards/img/number_90a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should say it all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hooray for me, I have stuck with something for this long. From June til now. Anaways, um It's Sunday, and to other american in the it's bible day, but for me nooo. I got into the car this morning and turned o nthe radio to find out that this whole thing about Charles Darwin was on. Darwin on  Bible's day? NO WAY!! I wonder if the Duggar's kids know abbout darwin and the lovly books he wrote. Now to honour this man, I say one day I'll read you're book, and one day I'll post a picture of you on here. Evolution is something that I believe in, and where I come from I guess it's about half and half.,but really if I hear one more thing about the earth being only 6000 years old, I'll go insane because it's not true poeple okay Ona happy note =). So BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-7133390197657422357?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/7133390197657422357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=7133390197657422357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7133390197657422357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/7133390197657422357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-should-say-it-all-hooray-for-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-6889339210209450161</id><published>2009-02-04T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:36:08.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And also I am truly sorry for not making my post umm... interesting anymore like they used to. Back when people gave me comments or mabe it was just one person oh well I didn't care I had someone reading it and that was good enough for me. But, now look mothing. Absolutly nothing. No reads equals no fans. And I gotten really lazy with the pictures. Starting soon maybe I'll post pictures, but I do truly doubt that anyone is reading. So maybe I'll just post for myself. Yeah. Well I ain't going to go back to june july stuff. Oh nooo. maybe that was too much Oh well bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-6889339210209450161?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/6889339210209450161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=6889339210209450161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6889339210209450161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/6889339210209450161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-2793375215584998114</id><published>2009-01-23T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:24:46.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey blog long time no see. Just from me though no one else enjoys the feeling of you anymore, I guess. Well touch and go.  or no? If you don't get it then that just wasn't a purpise in your life. And you needs to get over that/ I kids. BYE PEACE I LOVE YOU(MY NON- REAL READERS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-2793375215584998114?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2793375215584998114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=2793375215584998114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2793375215584998114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/2793375215584998114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-blog-long-time-no-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-3564741772450666716</id><published>2009-01-08T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:00:19.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First post of 09! School is still boring and nothing has realy happened. So new years resolution is only 3 things. Can you geuss them. Hey, wait! I'm kidding my self no one reads this because I haven't updated in soo long I'M SOOO SORY NIBODY!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-3564741772450666716?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3564741772450666716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=3564741772450666716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3564741772450666716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/3564741772450666716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post-of-09-school-is-still-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-5568731698236624902</id><published>2008-12-20T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:52:32.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiya peoples I'm just sitting here doing nothing but singing some songs. Now those Songs are nice songs too. Sorry for wasting your time. PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-5568731698236624902?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5568731698236624902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=5568731698236624902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5568731698236624902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/5568731698236624902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2008/12/hiya-peoples-im-just-sitting-here-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996470883345291391.post-8181485947468657598</id><published>2008-12-13T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:35:08.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi mother suckerz how's it goin'? Typing how I am today must mean one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm bored! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;True true that I am mostly bored on every single day of the year, but I have final and while I should be studying for my demise, I sit here and type. Not tomorrow is sunday And day that was indeed created for laziness, but no Instead would History  math and chemistry will be filling up my head. While I'm just waiting for a way it will consume me again. I'll not let it consume me because I want it to, but rather because it just had too. Leaving me in worries I'll go to bed that night just dreaming of failing. Not Like regular failing, but over the top failing Like Paris Hilton. And anyways Once I finish that final final exam on Friday, I'll hop into the car and growing sick woth worry over how I did And once I do get me report card I'll sream or whine (Take your pick) with joy or sorrow. Thanking god  that's over yet I still another semester to go. But, a great deal indeed is  awaiting me next semester. Let hope that I don't fail beforehand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BYE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7996470883345291391-8181485947468657598?l=marieblakey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8181485947468657598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7996470883345291391&amp;postID=8181485947468657598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8181485947468657598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7996470883345291391/posts/default/8181485947468657598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieblakey.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-mother-suckerz-hows-it-goin-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>Marieblakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097026669391135660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5J6RptmqItk/S9jfC9NIw-I/AAAAAAAAACk/pXAwIp3fsJQ/S220/melies_tripmoon_largest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
