<?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-3737223469698234786</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:08:03.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EmRocks</title><subtitle type='html'>Rants and raves about my life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-1876470365013802996</id><published>2008-04-27T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T07:35:20.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O retard</title><content type='html'>I was watching Obama on the news this morning and he sounds like the biggest sack of shit. First off he's stupid... he was talking about abortion laws and how he thinks that they need to have exceptions when the mother is in danger or for the mothers health... THERE ARE EXCEPTIONS! Fucking moron... Bush banned partial birth abortion which is the most horrible, gruesome thing in the world... WITH the exception of mothers health, even though there has NEVER, never ever, been a record of that procedure being used to save the life of a mother. If you know how partial birth abortions go, you would see how that is very obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said some stupid crap about Bush's tax cuts and how they were bad, yet they raised revenue... Lol I'm sure Bush feels super dumb for doing that! Gosh Obama your so smart! Go ahead, raise the taxes and fuck up our economy more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for stupid people running the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-1876470365013802996?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1876470365013802996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=1876470365013802996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/1876470365013802996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/1876470365013802996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-retard.html' title='O retard'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-8187338991033516196</id><published>2008-04-20T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T11:19:09.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls are bitches... and hoes</title><content type='html'>Last night, while I was babysitting, I get a text from Andrew and it says is someone spreading a rumor that you are pregnant... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you fucking kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No why, who the hell told you that bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: BLEEP, yes I am bleeping out the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I text this person, knew who it was going to be because shes always behind the bullshit, the only person who I've gotten into it with in like four fucking years... I said, so who'd you hear that bullshit from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits a good while and calls me back with a story. Apparently one of her sisters friends thought that I looked fat... which I guess must mean I'm pregnant, hello, like duh... stupid asshole. haha. So the sisters friend called my friends sister, confusing yes, and said that I was pregant and my retarded friend was like omg! Really? Like come the fuck on... myspace does not hold the facts of life, shit half the time people use fake names! She told me that it was just because I was next to my 90 lb. sister in the pic and that anyone would look fat next to her, comforting right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed because she should have came to me in the first place instead of gossiping about that stupid shit at WORK! With my boyfriend who doesn't even like her... I fucking hate girls... who would start a rumor like that in the first place. Its just so insane how for every million shitty people, especially girls/bitches there are in the world, there are like 2 half way decent people. I know that I gossip so Im not trying to say I'm better, which I am anyways, but really now, thats low. Way to fucking bruise my ego you ugly whore bag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-8187338991033516196?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8187338991033516196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=8187338991033516196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/8187338991033516196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/8187338991033516196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/girls-are-bitches-and-hoes.html' title='Girls are bitches... and hoes'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-1725772930681421194</id><published>2008-04-08T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:00:13.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't prom supposed to be fun?</title><content type='html'>Well the group of friends that I should be going with to prom decided to be a bunch of pains in my ass!!! There are five of us... two don't want to go, one wont go unless the two that don't want to go go, and the other and me are like super going. Two of them don't want to go because they might not have dates... thats fucking stupid... one is very stubburn. And then to top it off, if they did go, they don't want to go out or do anything afterwards! UM HELLO!!! Its senior prom not senior citizen home dance! Its really annoying that they will not go and spend one of the lasts nights we will have to spend with all of us, together. Its senior prom, you go with your friends and you have a great time. Me and the friend who is going are going to give them an ultimatum because she got us a limo already and money is not an issue for anybody. If they can't decided by Friday for sure then they are shit out of luck and can sit on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-1725772930681421194?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1725772930681421194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=1725772930681421194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/1725772930681421194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/1725772930681421194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/isnt-prom-supposed-to-be-fun.html' title='Isn&apos;t prom supposed to be fun?'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-734156347119448963</id><published>2008-04-06T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:20:26.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A While</title><content type='html'>Well sorry that its been so long. I have some fun stories to tell since Feb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from a Kairos retreat thing with school and have been very busy. I had a good time, was slightly tramatized but I feel I've gained a lot from it. Its really hard to type because I sprained my finger playing catch so thats all I have for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Sweeney Todd and its the best movie ever!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/2agqkxd.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-734156347119448963?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/734156347119448963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=734156347119448963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/734156347119448963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/734156347119448963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/been-while.html' title='Been A While'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/2agqkxd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-1114494184373539688</id><published>2008-02-19T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:52:52.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing</title><content type='html'>Its soo fucking cold outside!! And I don't know about everyone else, but I'm getting really sick of this shitty weather. Where the hell is global warming when you need it?! Its fucking ice cold and people are bitching about global warming... wouldn't it be slightly warmer if there was global warming?! I was forced to watch Al Gores movie on global warming and my favorite part about it was that he was driving around in a Lincoln town car! Those things have V8s!!!  You know how much gas that cars going to be sucking up? A lot. Also, countries in Europe wouldn't allow students or schools to show the movie because so much of the information was inaccurate. I love the government. They would let any idiot with a mouth run shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic, I went to the gym today and after I got off the tredmill my right finger on my left had was numb. Its still numb and its been an hour or so since I got off the tredmill. I have no idea why this happens and its only happened once before but it is quite annoying. It was the same finger before too! Hopefully I'm not going to have a heart attack or something!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-1114494184373539688?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1114494184373539688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=1114494184373539688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/1114494184373539688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/1114494184373539688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/freezing.html' title='Freezing'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-7994221553602168474</id><published>2008-02-10T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:11:39.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the cold!</title><content type='html'>It is soooo cold outside! I was in the car on my way home from dinner with the fam and the inside of my window was covered with ice. The wind is the worst part. Its painful if you don't wear gloves or zip up your coat, really sucks. Sleeping alone in the cold is probably one of my least favorite things to do. First off, sleeping next to someone provides some heat! Not dirty heat, body heat, sicko! Haha. And its just nice to have someone next to you. I must be pmsing or something because I'm being the biggest sap in the world. Next week is going to suck super bad because Thursday is Valentine's day and its going to be my first one alone in over 4 years! Then the next day was going to be the two and a half year mark for me and the ex bf! And on top of that... My aunt flow will be in town Friday! Its like a bitch slap with a kick in the gut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a big fan of Valentine's day in the first place but now it just really sucks! Ha. I am off Friday, thank you senior ditch day and am going to go out with a couple friends. Thursday, I'm going to stay at the gym as long as I can so that I don't have to come home. My momma usually gets me a rose because she knows that I love the red ones and because I'm her favorite daughter. Yep Jen, I took the thrown away from you once again! Now you are too old to try and kill me though! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that everyone stays warm and has a nice week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-7994221553602168474?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7994221553602168474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=7994221553602168474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/7994221553602168474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/7994221553602168474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/alone-in-cold.html' title='Alone in the cold!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-1860192657147708498</id><published>2008-01-29T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:06:31.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restlessness</title><content type='html'>Since the weather got so shitty so fast, I didn't get to spend a lot of the time at the gym. I hate driving in terrible weather and tonights weather is very terrible. I could hardly see down the block I was driving on! I almost busted my shit too, on the slippery sidewalks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I'm feeling very restless. I cleaned my room and feel like I need something to do. My mind is calm and thinking about pleasant thoughts but my body has lots of un-used energy. Its probably because I stayed home today and didn't get to work out at the gym. I'm used to going almost everyday now and it does make me feel better in general. I feel like I have more engery and my body doesn't get as worn out or tired as it used to. I'm definately not losing weight but I'll take being and feeling healthy over being thin for now. Its amazing what excercize can do for a person. The only bad thing about it for me is the knee pain... Stupid knee. I hurt it freshman year learning how to slide in softball and its never been the same. It was entirely my fault too. We were practicing in the gym and I had missed practice the day before because I had gotten sick at school and that was the day we learned how to slide. So the next day, everyones practicing, its my turn, running past first... past second... rounding third, go down for the slide into home and then this awful skreeching sound, my bare knee/shit on the rubbery gym floor! Ouch! Well I didn't get very far because my knee cap caught the ground, since it was rubber against my skin, and it stopped and my body continued and I flew over myself. To top it off, my coach, who I told I was alergic to neosporin, puts a huge glob of it on. I saw the texture and color of it and asked her what it was, just in case, and she goes "Neo-SHIT" and grabs the peroxide and dumps that on top of it. That shit BURNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres my stupid knee issue story. Had no idea I was going to share this with everyone but hey, its pretty funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-1860192657147708498?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1860192657147708498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=1860192657147708498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/1860192657147708498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/1860192657147708498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/restlessness.html' title='Restlessness'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-9190569024013192755</id><published>2008-01-24T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:11:06.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job thing</title><content type='html'>I started selling Avon this Monday and so far it is going really well for me. I'm not looking to make a fortune but I am looking to have some extra money to save up for when I need something. If you are interested email me at ebarbahen@yahoo.com. Thats all about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to end my gym streak tonight but I really need to go. I think I've been pretty consistant during the week. If I could get myself to go on the weekends, I'd be set! I have prom in May and want to be able to wear an awesome dress without worrying about roll and being flabby. Unfortunately, the first thing that goes when I work out is... my boobs, and I do NOT have enough to sacrifice. I can always buy I a pair! Haha I guess that I'd rather have a nice body and no boobs than be narsty with big girls... Actually I'm not quite sure! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my new classes on Tuesday and I'm not sure whether or not I like them yet. I have sculpture, which I know I will love because art is my favorite. Then I have spanish 4, there is a lot of work to do but my teacher is fantastic. She's the sweetest person and is very funny. I've never enjoyed a Spanish class until Tuesday. haha. Then I have english... DRAG... and desktop publishing. The teacher is a viscious woman but I need the class because I want to look into marketing and need to know how to use all of those programs. I took digital design which was awesome. That had a lot of art elements in it so I did good, got an A! I think ultimately I would love to be the person who makes up the commercials or ads in magazines. I like to use my creativity and I would like to be the one whos work is show across the nation. Who knows what I'll end up doing. As long as it something I enjoy I will be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-9190569024013192755?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9190569024013192755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=9190569024013192755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/9190569024013192755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/9190569024013192755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-job-thing.html' title='New Job thing'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-799870382038843128</id><published>2008-01-15T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:58:04.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaty pants!</title><content type='html'>I'm very proud of myself because I've been going to the gym whenever I get a change lately and I feel really good. Well my knee is fucked up and hurts everyday but hey, the rest of me feels pretty damn good! When I go I like to get on the tredmill for 30min to an hour. I do NOT RUN!! I hate running. Instead I put the incline up and burn off my fat ass! Its just as hard of a work out as running. I compared the mets and the level and all the crap you can compare with the chick running at 7.0 next to me and its the same. I have the incline at 9 and speed of 4.2... It really gets rid of the ugly stuff on the back of my thighs! Haha. I'm going to try and keep going as much as I can. I have a busy week this week, so I'll have to fit in my gym time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-799870382038843128?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/799870382038843128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=799870382038843128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/799870382038843128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/799870382038843128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweaty-pants.html' title='Sweaty pants!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-8100696567164725388</id><published>2008-01-11T20:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:13:38.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>I decided that I don't want to be the only person in my relationship anymore and broke up with the dead weight. I really sucks a lot because I told him and he just looks at me. He had no sign of saddness or anything on his face or in his eyes. His body language didn't even seem to change. I just makes it that much more painful when you want them to say  no, don't leave me or do something to try and make it not happen and then nothing happens. I knew he wouldn't do anything, not even call, texted me once... its like he stabbed me in the back. I don't understand how you can just let someone you say you love go, as if you don't give a shit. I sucks so much. I feel like I've invested so much of myself, my time, love and engergy into someone who was never going to give it back in the first place. I'm very mad at myself because I've been unhappy with him for longer than I'm willing to admit. I've given him so many chances that have just been thrown back into my face. I feel like and am an idiot for ever believing that he was going to change how he treated me. And of course, like always in my relationships, I'm the one who gets shit on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-8100696567164725388?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8100696567164725388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=8100696567164725388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/8100696567164725388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/8100696567164725388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/done.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-5700626992360579244</id><published>2008-01-11T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T16:58:11.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zodiac signs!!</title><content type='html'>These are so much fun! See how much they fit you, and be honest with the bad parts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES - The Aggressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not one to mess with. Funny. Excellent kisser EXTREMELY adorable. Loves relationships, and family is very important to an Aries.  Aries are known for being generous and giving. Addictive. Loud. Always has the need to be "Right". Aries will argue to prove their point for hours and hours.  Aries are some of the most wonderful people in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS - The Tramp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships.  Likes to give a good fight.&lt;br /&gt;Fight for what they want. Can be annoying at times, but for the love of attention.  Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. They can be self centered and if they want something they will do anything to get it. They love to sleep and can be lazy.  One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI - The Twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners Very Good at confusing people... Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Gemini's will not take any crap from anyone. Gemini's like to tell people what they should do and get offended easily.  They are great at losing things and are forgetful.  Gemini's can be very sarcastic and childish at times, and are very nosey. &lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy. Always happy. VERY Loud. Talkative. Outgoing VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER - The Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. A Cancer's Love is one of a kind. Very romantic. Most caring person you will ever meet in your life.  Entirely creative Person, most's are artists and insane respectfully speaking.  They perfected sex and do it often.  Extremely random. An Ultimate Freak. Extremely funny and is usually the life of the party.  Most cancers will take you under their wing and into their hearts where you will remain forever.  Cancers make love with a passion beyond compare &lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous.  Not a Fighter, But will kick your ass good if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO - The Lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Usually happy, but when unhappy tend to be grouchy and childish.  A Leo's problem becomes everyone's problem.  Most Leos are very predictable and tend to be monotonous. Knows how to have fun. Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Very predictable. Outgoing.  Down to earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO - The One that Waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominant in relationships. Someone loves them right now. Always wants the last word. Caring. Smart. Loud. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please. A pushover.  Loves to gamble and take chances.  Needs to have the last say in everything.  They think they know everything and usually do.  Respectful to others but you will quickly lose their respect if you do something untrustworthy towards them and never regain respect.  The do not forgive and never forget the one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA - The Lame One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! However,  not the kind of person you want to mess with... you might end up crying... Libras can cause as much havoc as they can prevent.  faithful friends to the end.  Can hold a grudge for years.  Libras are someone you want on your side.  Usually great at sports and are extreme sports fanatics.  Kinda dumb at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORPIO - The Addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY adorable.  Loves to joke. Very Good sense of humor. Will try almost anything once.  Loves to be pampered.  Energetic. Predictable. GREAT kisser. Always get what they want.  Attractive.  Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Loves to party but at times to the extreme.  Loves the smell and feel of money and is good at making it but just as good at spending it!  Very protective over loved ones. HARD workers. Can be a good friend but if disrespected by a friend, the friendship will end. Romantic. Caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Promiscuous One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. A loner most of the time.  Loses patience easily and will not take crap.  If in a bad mood stay FAR away.  Gets offended easily and remembers the offense forever.  Loves deeply but at times will not show it feels it is a sign of weakness.  Has many fears but will not show it.  VERY private person.  Defends loved ones will all their abilities. Can be childish often. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in bed..!!! Not the kind of person you want to mess with- you might end up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN - The Passionate Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Grouchy at times and annoying to some.  Lazy and love to take it easy.  But when they find a job or something they like to do they put their all into it.  Proud, understanding and sweet. &lt;br /&gt;Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always&lt;br /&gt;gets what he or she wants. Cool. Loves to win against other signs especially Gemini's in sports.  Likes to cook but would rather go out to eat at good restaurants. &lt;br /&gt;Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUARIUS - Does It In The Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind, loves being in &lt;br /&gt;long-term relationships. Can be clumsy at times but tries hard.  Will take on any project.  Proud of themselves in whatever they do.  Messy, and unorganized.  Procrastinators.  Great lovers, when their not sleeping.  Extreme thinkers. Loves their pets usually more then their family.  Can be VERY irritating to others when they try to explain or tell a story.  Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISCES - The Partner for Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. Messy at times and irresponsible!  Smart but lazy.  High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Passionate, wonderful lovers.  Fun to be around. Too trusting at times and gets hurt easily.  Lover of animals.  VERY caring, make wonderful nurses or doctors. They always try to do the right thing sometimes get the short end of the stick.  They sometimes get used by others and hurt because of their trusting.   Extremely weird but in a good way. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. Good friend to other but need to be choosy on who they allow their friends to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which one I am?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-5700626992360579244?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5700626992360579244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=5700626992360579244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/5700626992360579244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/5700626992360579244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/zodiac-signs.html' title='Zodiac signs!!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-8996046106517179665</id><published>2008-01-10T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:15:14.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McTv</title><content type='html'>If anyone watchs Grey's Anatomy you will get my title. I watch this religiously every Thursday night with my mom and its a fantastic show. Its one of those things you watch, and then afterwards you just think. It makes you think! They touch on subjects that just pull at your heart. Sometimes I wonder why I watch it since afterwards I always feel like a need a hug, but its just such an awesome show. Right now I'm very mad because McDreamy cheated on Meridith, with some skanky nurse Rose and she found out and now they are broken up. I'm thinking that this is the last time they will do the break up thing. Meridith, which I think I'm spelling wrong haha, can't trust McDreamy because they were screwing and then she found out he had a wife!!!! He gets all pissy because she doesn't trust him which is stupid because its his own damn fault! She does have some of her own trusting issues but if he loved her he'd NOT cheat on her and help her work through them. Since he's a man, that wont happen. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back in school officially sucks ass. My classes are boring and I don't feel like I'm benefitting, I'm really having trouble spelling today, from anything I'm being "taught". I do have finals next week and switch to the rest of my shitty classes I got drafted into for my last year! I will be having sculpture, should be sweet, ENGLISH, Spanish 4, and desktop publishing. I hate hate hate hate english classes. I also dislike spanish classes because there is SO MUCH homework, which I don't do anyways! I don't know what it is about homework, I just can't sit and do something that I don't enjoy doing. Don't worry I get good grades, because I'm that frreakkkkin awesome! I'm looking forward to making some kick ass shit in sculpture because I enjoy working with clay. I will put up pictures. OH!! My black and white painting of the building is being entered into a college art competition and I'm very excited to see if I get it in and if I place!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-8996046106517179665?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8996046106517179665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=8996046106517179665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/8996046106517179665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/8996046106517179665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/mctv.html' title='McTv'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-2145726784794930859</id><published>2008-01-06T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:19:04.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about getting...</title><content type='html'>a new tattoo or getting something pierced!!! I do have a few ideas for both, I just havn't decided on anything yet. If I chose to get a piercing, I'd probably go for the belly button or maybe the nipples, teehee. I have had my belly button done twice before, but never gave it enough time to heal because, a friend did it and didn't put it in the right place. I do like the nipples piercings but I think it would hurt terribly and that I wouldn't be able to wear a bra to school for a while, which would be a problem, hence the white shirts! I have 9 holes in my ear so I'm not really looking to put more in there. I do like the industrial, in the ear, which is the metal bar thing. Since I'm still in school and have a job, I can't really get anything on my face done. The Marilyn Monroe thing is my favorite! I don't think that the nuns at school would like that very much though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got a tattoo, I'd probably want to do it way low on my hip, closer to thigh/crotch rage so it wont stretch as much if I have a baby. I also like the idea of getting a couple flowers on the back of my shoulder. Maybe my zodiac symbol on the front of my shoulder. There are lots of places I like, and lots of tattoos that I want to get! I'm thinking I'm going to go for the tattoo! Now I need to choose brave soul to come with and bear the role of holding my hand through the whole thing. It probably wont be as bad as my first one. Actually, I know it wont be as bad as my first one because I got it in the most painful place!! I want to stick with the black and one, maybe two colors theme so that all the tattoos match. The other issue is saving up the money to go get another one! They are expensive!!! Hopefully I'll make up my mind soon and go get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-2145726784794930859?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2145726784794930859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=2145726784794930859' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2145726784794930859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2145726784794930859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/thinking-about-getting.html' title='Thinking about getting...'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-7414622027316261856</id><published>2008-01-05T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:41:21.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm crabby.</title><content type='html'>I'm just really crabby today. The family I sit for called me and needs me tonight and I had dinner plans. I said I'd be there because I'd been ignoring their call yesturday, even though I was not home all day and I felt bad. They do pay well and the kids are pretty good but dinner would have been nice. They said 8:30, and if I'm out of there by then, then dinner may still be an option! Lets hope!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought guitar hero and its really addicting. Its super fun and I'm working on beating the game on level hard now, which is by the way, REALLY hard!! I would love to get rock band but not until I've mastered Ledgends of Rock!! Wooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-7414622027316261856?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7414622027316261856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=7414622027316261856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/7414622027316261856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/7414622027316261856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-crabby.html' title='I&apos;m crabby.'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-686992520360162674</id><published>2008-01-04T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:20:13.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Jack!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I have Will and Grace stuck in my head but I do and that is why its my title, even though it had nothing to do with what I'm about to write about, so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm the only person who wants this, but I'm sure I'm not. Right now, I really wish I had someone here to hold me and love me and make me feel good. I know that I have a "boyfriend", if you even want to call it that right now but I don't get any of those things from him. Its very, very rare that he even says anything nice to me, like a compliment! Lets start from the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got together, over two years ago... he would always blow me off and drink too much and disappear for a couple days at a time, which was not happening for me so eventually that stopped. But it took a while and I should have looked ahead when it didn't stop for about a year! (By the way, I feel really terrible writing this.) We also got into really big, bad, scream at each other fights for a while too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blocked out most of the beginning of our relationship. I do have some good memories of us just laying down, laughing and taking pictures. We would just say stupid things and crack up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never really went out places... Hanging out with his friends was never fun because one of them was my ex who I left for my boyfriend, and his new gf who he cheated on me with was always there. Sounds like a blasty blast right? Eventually after one night of my bf almost dying of alchol poisening... we started to stop hang out with them. They would always try and get us to fight also, to break us up. Not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as far as I can remember I would always be frustrated because he never wanted to go out or really do anything besides sit around. Also he wasn't and still isn't affectionate in any way shape or form. I'd always, and still do, blame myself for that, which I know isn't a good thing to do since he's probably just not a touchy feely, tell you nice things, kinda guy. :/ Great right... Well the problem with him never showing affection is that I became insecure with how he felt about me and my body especially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot. I've always had an issue trusting him because of this shadyness in the beginning and I also found pics of naked girls on his computer along with some other crap he said he wouldn't have. He also didn't have a good rep with being faithful to anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know where to go from here. I've told him that I need to feel loved and cared about and have told him exactly what I need him to do... like touch me, maybe compliment me once in a while... told him everything he could do and he hasn't put forth much of an effort to try any of these things. Another thing that keeps me from just sayin peace out is that he's not MEAN to me he just doesn't give me what I need in a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been there for him through some of the hardest times of his life, wont go into detail, not my details to share, and I know that I've really opened up the world of being and feeling loved to him, which he never had seen before me. I feel like I've impacted his life in a huge way, again, no details! Its just so hard to say that I'm done. I know I can't deal with the stress that this relationship causes me but I don't know if I can deal with the pain of letting go because he needs me. I feel as though I'm all he has... cause I pretty much am. I probably missed a ton of shit but I'm not up for getting into all that crap now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-686992520360162674?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/686992520360162674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=686992520360162674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/686992520360162674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/686992520360162674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-jack.html' title='Just Jack!!!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-2971036382368994070</id><published>2008-01-02T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:03:57.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After new years...</title><content type='html'>New years eve was an eventful night. I was having a blast until my retard ass boyfriend, left. I had told him that if he wanted to hang out downstairs, just to let me know and I wont care. So he goes downstairs, doesn't tell me!! and then when I call a million times, doesn't answer and ignores the call. I also had texted him a million times and recieved no response. I then proceded to call my house and tell my dad to have him call me, and then he doesn't. So I'm pretty pissed at this point and he comes back acting like nothings wrong. I told him that if he wanted to screw up my night, just to leave. He didn't attempt to make me feel better about the ignoring calls and just sat there saying jack shit!!!!! Then he leaves, while I'm crying outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At midnight, he texts me happy new years... wont answer my calls or texts still. I don't understand why he couldn't have told me like, oh sorry, I don't get signal downstairs or I didn't hear the phone, lets just have fun... or some shit like that. He just lets me fume with no intentions of making me feel better. I spent a good chunk of the new year being a big crying alcohol filled blob. No kiss or hug at midnight. Me and my boyfriend havn't been doing so well in the first place so on top of making me feel crappy all the time, my new years eve got shit all over too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that bullshit, I was having a blasty blast. Rock band was brought over, which I freakin love!!!!!!! And we were all messin around having fun. After people started to go home, I already feeling like shit at this point, layed on the couch to further my shit feelingness. One of Don's friends was being nice and talking to me and I also had a texter keeping me company. Of course, not my boyfriend... cuz he sucks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I felt LIKE SHITTTTT to the extreme! I dragged my ass to the bathroom and sat/layed in there until someone had to pee and then slept on the floor until I finally puked. It was the nastiest puke... thick and just sooo fucking nasty. I also had plans to go to my aunts house early afternoon. That was not looking good but I managed to suck it up and just sit on the couch and sleep in the car. My boyfriend came with us, ignoring what happened last night, of course... Now I don't know how to feel about it because both of us could have made it better. I could have no gotten pissed when he didn't attempt to fix anything, yea right, and maybe he could have not texted me at midnight!! That was the worst thing possible to do, couldn't even call. Fucking gay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope everyones night was awesome!! Happy new year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-2971036382368994070?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2971036382368994070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=2971036382368994070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2971036382368994070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2971036382368994070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-new-years.html' title='After new years...'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-4727537472623000508</id><published>2007-12-31T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:51:54.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BARK!!</title><content type='html'>I've been house sitting for a family that has a dog while they are out of town. Their dog is adorable and very sweet. Last night, I coudln't sleep very well so at 5 in the morning, the dog saw I was awake and hopped up on top of me! The dog is good sized, pretty heavy. I thought it was kinda cute except I couldn't feel my legs! ha. Then after I finally fall asleep, bout 6:30 ish... it hops off. At 7:30 Rosie, the dog barks as loud as she can about an inch from my face! Scared the crap out of me!! She had to go outside and then I just stayed up and did the dishes and crap. Anyone who can't wake up with an alarm in the morning should invest in a dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-4727537472623000508?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4727537472623000508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=4727537472623000508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/4727537472623000508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/4727537472623000508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/12/bark.html' title='BARK!!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-8441619516462599992</id><published>2007-12-29T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:29:58.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years!</title><content type='html'>I went shopping today and got a few cute things to possibly wear on new years! I got these pants that look freakin awesome on my back side... and then some white legging things with a grey dress/shirt thing. I've very excited to wear the pants. I like when my booty looks great!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen, thank the Lord, is having people over on new years!! My only other option was sit at home... which is not so much fun. I'm planning on having a very fun evening and I hope everyone else has a great new years as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is bitching that I'm typing too loud so I guess I'll continue my post later!! ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-8441619516462599992?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8441619516462599992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=8441619516462599992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/8441619516462599992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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of a Cezanne(sp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.tinypic.com/7yp7xbs.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.tinypic.com/82ktnro.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketch from collage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/6tdtser.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.tinypic.com/6tnymti.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/6okfpd4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pride and Joy... black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.tinypic.com/7x265pk.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.tinypic.com/82kqel5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastel thing, that I don't really like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/6l2fzio.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-9024461565553319660?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://i3.tinypic.com/8fpkitg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-1862627953123756013</id><published>2007-12-14T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:41:06.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny!!</title><content type='html'>Apparently at Jen's work, they have happy hour every Friday night and well tonight, Jenny came home smashed and it was HILARIOUS! I have never seen her actually drunk before so this was like a comedy show. She was rambling and just being funny, burping, farting, and telling us about how she doesn't like one of the chicks at her work. Jen's lucky, because she's not one of the retarded drunk people, and she's actually pleasant and hilarious, minus the smash on the headwith her ring!!! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a very good night. A few of this and a few of THOSE!!! Woooo! If you want details just let me know! ;) Hope everyone had a fantastic night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses bitches!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-1862627953123756013?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1862627953123756013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=1862627953123756013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/1862627953123756013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/1862627953123756013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/12/funny.html' title='Funny!!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-4846277718085707827</id><published>2007-12-09T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:12:57.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating... in my car!</title><content type='html'>Hey!! All of you, I'm sure had to deal with the weather last night. It was 20 degrees out and raining which lead to the streets being solid ice. Last night, I was babysitting in Riverside and they don't salt or plow or do anything to their streets. By the time I left, about 11ish... the streets were and ice skating rink. I had to thaw out my car before I could go. I tried to scrape some of the ice off but it wasn't really working in my favore. Anyways, I was driving, less than 5 miles an hour, seriously, and my car decides to start doing ice tricks and driving up onto peoples lawns and spinning side to side, almost into parked cars and on comming traffic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harlem was moving at a pace of about 25 mph, which is not a very common thing to happen. Today the streets aren't that bad but the sidewalks and stairs are frozen. Hopefully no one will get hurt!!! Be careful!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-4846277718085707827?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4846277718085707827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=4846277718085707827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/4846277718085707827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/4846277718085707827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/12/ice-skating-in-my-car.html' title='Ice Skating... in my car!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-4603750486416450967</id><published>2007-12-07T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:35:45.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My tattooo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/6pfkm55.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/851jnus.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-4603750486416450967?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4603750486416450967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=4603750486416450967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/4603750486416450967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/4603750486416450967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-tattooo_07.html' title='My tattooo!!!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/6pfkm55_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-7417196861833952142</id><published>2007-12-02T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:34:32.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got it!</title><content type='html'>I finally got my first tattoo!! It was super exciting and very very very very times a million, painful! My first love, Jeanette helped me pay for it as a birthday gift... She's my favorite non blood sister!! Thanks you thank you thank you!! I can't say it enough!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put up the pictures as soon as I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-7417196861833952142?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7417196861833952142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=7417196861833952142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/7417196861833952142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/7417196861833952142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-got-it.html' title='I got it!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-6515209558659408786</id><published>2007-11-29T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:41:53.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants!!</title><content type='html'>There are just things that people do that I can't stand. I have a friend, she's a good friend of mine, that will not stop talking about MY boyfriend. This is one of the reasons that I don't have many female friends. The minute you bring the boyfriend or any male friend for that matter into the situation, they don't care that they are &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; friend. All they worry about is flirting and talking to and about the male. Anyways, this friend talks CONSTANTLY about my boyfriend and tells me how she's flirty with him and this even goes as far as her asking me if HE liked my birthday gift and not if I liked MY birthday gift. She told him that she was buying something that she thought he'd like. The other night, for instance, when I picked her up to go get coffee, with my boyfriend, she says hi to him in the car when I was clearly the only person who said hello to her when she got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why if someone calls themselves your friend, that they would put your (my) boyfriend first. I never go around talking to her about her boyfriend, I don't care, he's not my friend, he's her boyfriend. Also, my boyfriend can't stand her because she never shuts up and my boyfriend isn't the person who can sit and talk for hours. I hate that someone, who I actually concider my friend would be so careless as to being my friend. He's my boyfriend and I'm her friend, thats as far as it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-6515209558659408786?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6515209558659408786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=6515209558659408786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/6515209558659408786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/6515209558659408786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/rants.html' title='Rants!!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-3655361622686452959</id><published>2007-11-28T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T10:54:38.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm finally 18!! Whoo!! So what am I doing for my birthday?! Going to work! YES! Ha... its really not bad, I could have taken it off but I don't get enough hours to spare. Today I left school at 11 because I really didn't feel like sitting there all day and then going to work. After wards I'll probably go grad something to eat with my man and them come home and do homework. My tattoo comes saturday and I'm so excited!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Wish me luck!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-3655361622686452959?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3655361622686452959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=3655361622686452959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/3655361622686452959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/3655361622686452959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-5201918628485217256</id><published>2007-11-23T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T15:23:28.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored as SHIT</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving everyone!! I'm stuck at work with absolutely nothing to do! Its slightly entertaining cleaning but since I've been doing that for three hours already, I'm all cleaned out. There are two students here and no directors to entertain me. I've organized all the tables and desks... I should get paid for the cleaning service as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the good web sites, no knockin blogger.com, but all the others are blocked... GAYNESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I went out to Lalos with my sister Jen and her friends and my bosses/friends from work. It was so much fun! Since everyone I was with, is well into their twenties, the waitress didn't card anyone at the table. We have a few pitchers of margaritas and some others had different fruity beverages. We had interesting coverstation, including someone, cough cough, having the hots for the boss and someone else's parents banging, which was hilarious by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the night, we got out cake and they sang to us... Jen decided to put some whip cream on my face, so I retaliated by putting a slightly larger amount on her face... which led to my whole face, hair, and chest being covered in cake!!!! I got Jen in the face pretty good but she always wins!! I had rotten milk stickyness in my hair and I tried to comb it out with a fork but that didn't really help. I had to scrub that stank shit out when I got home. It smelled horrible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was so much fun and thanks to everyone who went!!! This Sunday, I'm going out with my friends from school, which I'm very excited about. Then... I get my tattoo!!! I'm sooo freakin excited!!! Ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-5201918628485217256?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5201918628485217256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=5201918628485217256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/5201918628485217256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/5201918628485217256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/bored-as-shit.html' title='Bored as SHIT'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-709353648206210840</id><published>2007-11-08T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:48:31.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My tattoo</title><content type='html'>I'm turning 18 very soon and am planning on getting my tat on the first of december and need some help deciding. I want to get something on my ribs or shoulder. I really like the dragon tattoos... I have another one at home that someone drew me so if you will be seeing me soon ask to see it!! Tell me what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-709353648206210840?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/709353648206210840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=709353648206210840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/709353648206210840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/709353648206210840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-tattoo.html' title='My tattoo'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-3393528160658684154</id><published>2007-11-08T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:45:14.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/89ujp09.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.tinypic.com/8er836s.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/6llgxzr.gif" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/7xmcv8z.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.tinypic.com/81q5r2d.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-3393528160658684154?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3393528160658684154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=3393528160658684154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/3393528160658684154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/3393528160658684154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/please-vote.html' title='Please Vote'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.tinypic.com/89ujp09_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-3641878970628434062</id><published>2007-10-29T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:13:38.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Apps.</title><content type='html'>I filled out my first college application!! It was super boring. I had to write my personal statement and everything which was alright. I'm pretty decent at those things so I know mine rcoks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my new classes today... My pre-cal class teacher had a baby so he's going to stay home with it now for the second part of the class. Our new teacher is a BITCH!! She walks into the class all happy and shit and then turns into insta-bitch. There were a few of us talking, because she was late to class and she walks in and says "NO ONE! Should be talking while I'm talking!". I'm sitting right infront of her like glaring at the crazy ass. Then she comes up to me and asks where my book is... well my other teacher, who was awesome, didn't need the book to teach us SOOO I havn't opened it since I started this class!!! ARRRR!! I really hate when teachers teach directly out of the book. If you knew the crap, you wouldn't need to read it out of the f-ing book! She also teaches really slow and my brain process information really fast, so I can't sit there and listen to the bitch talk for an hour and a half about ONE thing... just one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, ha.... I got my first..... drum roll please...............................................4.0!!! Wooooo!!! Straight A's motha fucka!!! I'm pretty excited. I think my gpa right now is a 3.6. I'm so excited!! Go me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-3641878970628434062?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3641878970628434062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=3641878970628434062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/3641878970628434062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/3641878970628434062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/college-apps.html' title='College Apps.'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-5108975273822939087</id><published>2007-10-29T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:07:52.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="450" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i21.tinypic.com/28umycp.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="353" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i21.tinypic.com/2ntk0gk.jpg" width="392" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="399" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i21.tinypic.com/33p4g79.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="349" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i20.tinypic.com/295aiba.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-5108975273822939087?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5108975273822939087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=5108975273822939087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/5108975273822939087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/5108975273822939087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-party-pics.html' title='Halloween Party Pics'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i21.tinypic.com/28umycp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-7652975114657873744</id><published>2007-10-21T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T14:31:05.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Party</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to a costume party at my friend's older sister's appartment. It was sooo much fun. I dressed up as the devil, teehee, with a long blonde and red wig, red tank, corset, and tight black pencil skirt... Plus stilletos!!! It was really hot... haha. Anyways, by total suprise, my friend was Jesus. Haha. Weirdddd!!!! She had full out Jesus attire, from head to toe. There was also a few other good costumes. Her sister was a ring leader, there was Johnny Depp (this guy looks JUST like him, I fell in love haha) Scary Spice, Blackanese Pimp, cocktail waitress, french maid dress (on a male), princess laya, baby yoda, superman, some bloody guy, and a cubs player. It was lots o' fun. Wish you were there!!! Muah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-7652975114657873744?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7652975114657873744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=7652975114657873744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/7652975114657873744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/7652975114657873744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/costume-party.html' title='Costume Party'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-2914840936206437737</id><published>2007-10-18T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:48:12.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My busy weekend</title><content type='html'>I had family in from Fl this weekend and it was super duper freakin busy. How come when people come into town, all they want to do it go out and do stuff?  Why can't they just sit around and relax?! I was at the museams like everyday back and forth from downtown. I mean, I had fun but it was really busy and museums aren't my first choice of entertainment haha.  We also went to a haunted house which was freakin awesome.  I love being scared for some reason as long as I know its fake! At my house alone, with wierd noises... not fun. At a haunted house with paid actors... thats fun! I'm thinking about going to statesville because that one sounds really good. Its supposed to be about an hour long... Thats a lot of scary!! WOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-2914840936206437737?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2914840936206437737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=2914840936206437737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2914840936206437737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2914840936206437737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-busy-weekend.html' title='My busy weekend'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-3607883145761280932</id><published>2007-10-09T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:46:23.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely Demon</title><content type='html'>This weekend I've been feeling really sick. Its like the going to puke but can't feeling for the last three days. Really bad too. On top of feeling like shit, my demon sister has been relentless with her badgering of me. Its nearly impossible to deal with at this point. Anyone in my family can tell you I get the worst of her viciousness. She is one of those people who will kick you when you are down and laugh when you break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for instance, I'm sick, my boyfriends being a jackass to me and she can't help herself but to curse me out in a parking lot after I took her to get job applications and picked her up from school. She had this huge, hickey looking mark on her neck and I simply asked her what it was. First off, I feel like shit so I dont have it in me to be a dick about it AT ALL. I said, in my blah tone, whats on your neck mag, it looks like a hickey or something? She from there continued to curse me out. I told her to shut the fuck up and she kept going through the parking lot, after I got out of the Gap, on the car ride home, and after I dropped her off. I was SILENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really bothers me because she's supposed to be my sister and at this point I don't consider her to by my relative because people who love you would never treat you they way she treats me. And I go out of my way for her, way out of my way for her all the time, so its not like I do anything to deserve this type of treatment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-3607883145761280932?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3607883145761280932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=3607883145761280932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/3607883145761280932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/3607883145761280932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-lovely-demon.html' title='My Lovely Demon'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-8671119161229761979</id><published>2007-10-04T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:01:58.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maroon 5</title><content type='html'>I saw Maroon 5 Tuesday night with my man. It was so much fun! Adam Levine, the lead singer, is SOOOOO FUCKING hot. Amazing hot. My boyfriend even said he was hot. He's pretty damn hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.tinypic.com/552srn.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I'm going to see Static-X, which is my favorite band and I cannot wait! Wayne is also very hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.tinypic.com/2zg8750.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-8671119161229761979?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8671119161229761979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=8671119161229761979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/8671119161229761979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/8671119161229761979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/maroon-5.html' title='Maroon 5'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i22.tinypic.com/552srn_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-6809279139648870485</id><published>2007-09-23T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:20:59.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booty Dancing</title><content type='html'>I went to the homecomming with my friend and it was fun.  I did a lot of booty shaking and taught some kid how to slow dance... theres no hope for him by the way! I also saw a lot more booty than I would have preferred to see. Okay, I know its a dance, and you want to look smokin, but seriously... does everyone have to see your skanky, std infected ass?!  There were some of the skankiest, nastiest hoes I have seen. First off, they weren't even old enough to be a slut. Second, thats just nasty. There was this girl wearing a black dress (looked like a babytee) that was shorter than most of my teeshirts. No, I'm NOT exaggerating. She was pullin it up when she was dancing too! COME ON now girl, get some class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also a few sets of girls that dressed up like twins I guess. The first set was two nasty, really nasty, white trash lookin skanks, wearing TINY plaid skirts and TINYer white tanks. Gross... The other group was wearing Halloween costumes. One was a cop, with STD's and the other was a nurse, who gave people STD's soley through eye contact.  Along with the cop and nurse was this skank who looked like she just woke up in a grave. Imagine the nastiest halloween movie... she looked like she'd be in it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously disgusted by how gross these girls were dressing.  I don't understand what is happening to the young population.  Even young, middle school girls are dressing like they are trying out for Playboy. And no, this doesn't bother me because I'm a fat, pipple faced nerd who wouldn't look hot coverd by a paper bag, I could be a skank, but I won't lower myself to that level. It was just nasty... I felt dirty bein in the same room as them! blah!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-6809279139648870485?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6809279139648870485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=6809279139648870485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/6809279139648870485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/6809279139648870485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/booty-dancing.html' title='Booty Dancing'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-2626187956938896922</id><published>2007-09-17T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:52:28.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecomming!</title><content type='html'>Next weekend is homecomming and one of my best friends highschools.  Her boyfriend cannot go with her so I will be taking his place as her date! I just bought my dress and its really cute, well I think it is! Its black with a white bow thing, I think ha. Also next weekend, on Saturday, you can have me wash your car if you bring it to my school in the morning!  My little sister doesn't have prom or homecomming at her school so I have decided to take her to my homecomming as my date.  We are going to work on a few of our moves and bust the shit outa anyone who tries to have a dance war with us!! Grrr!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they are both lots of fun and if you are wondering, my man will not be going because he doesn't like those things. I'll take pics and have Jen show me how to put them up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-2626187956938896922?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2626187956938896922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=2626187956938896922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2626187956938896922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2626187956938896922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/homecomming.html' title='Homecomming!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-4150485292393802085</id><published>2007-09-13T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:39:59.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Need of Advice</title><content type='html'>First off, sorry I havn't had much time to blog in a while!! I'll try and make more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so you all know that I joined Weight Watchers and the first week went alright I guess. Well now it seems that no more weight will come off. Honestly, I work out and eat well. I don't sit on my ass all day and if I am watching tv I try and do sit ups or something on commercials. I'm so frustrated that I just want to give up. I don't see the point in eating shitty tasting food and working out all the time for no results. No muscle is not the reason my weight wont go down because the fat is STILL there!!!! I wouldn't care if the fat was going away but its still there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard to find a good place for support because when ever I try and talk to anyone about it they just tell me I don't need to lose weight, which really pisses me off. I know that by looking at me I'm not really overweight and I don't need to lose weight for any medical purpose. The reason I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to lose weight is because I'm so uncomfortable in my body.  Its impossible for me to be fully happy with anything when I cannot be happy with myself in the first place. So please never tell me I don't need to lose weight, it makes me physco!! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I don't live on my own, I don't pick out the groceries. Living with two people that can eat what ever they want doesn't help either. My mom is pretty good with the picking out healthier stuff but theres still all the crap here and always way less of the healthy food. I really, seriously, have been eating really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I don't know how to get the fat/lbs to come off. If anyone has suggestions please let me know, it will be greatly appriciated. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-4150485292393802085?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4150485292393802085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=4150485292393802085' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/4150485292393802085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/4150485292393802085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-need-of-advice.html' title='In Need of Advice'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-7958540892354745627</id><published>2007-09-05T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:35:10.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Migrains!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up, lets say about 5 this morning with a horrendous migrain. It felt like someone dropped the pointy side of a brick on my head, so today I stayed home. We didn't have any excedrin so I had to take motrin which is bad for an empty stomach. I'm looking forward to a fun filled day of napping and studying for a big test I missed today. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-7958540892354745627?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7958540892354745627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=7958540892354745627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/7958540892354745627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/7958540892354745627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/migrains.html' title='Migrains!!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-737578891187644193</id><published>2007-08-26T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T12:38:52.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers</title><content type='html'>Dieting really sucks. I'm always hungry, well mostly always hungry, and I can't go out and eat the thousand pounds of Chipotle that I really want to eat! The way w.w. works is that you get a certain amount of points and you eat within those points plus the extra ones you get each week. I do really well with my points. I didin't think I ate super bad in the first place but now I have a reason besides the usual "I'm fat." not to eat the burritos and bugers. The points system isn't that hard to follow. Once you get used to it you can do it in your head. I'm good with math so I can figure out the points for about anything if theres a nutritional chart thing. The only big problem I have with this diet and really any diet in general is the horrible headaches that come with it. I geneticly get migrains to begin with and the small amount of food I eat really makes those worse. Right now, I have a badddd headache. The kind that makes your eyes water and all fuzzy, not fun. And I'd really like to go get a big, juicy burger, but I can because I'm doing w.w. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also frustrating living with two people, my dad and my lil sister, that can eat anything they want. They never gain weight or try and eat healthy, especially my dad. There is always something in the pantry that I realllly want to eat, but can't. Then there is the bragging about how "I've stayed within 3 lbs for how many years...." which really pisses me off. But anyways, I recommend w.w. because I've actually lost weight, which is hard for me and you CAN eat, just not a lot. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-737578891187644193?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/737578891187644193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=737578891187644193' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/737578891187644193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/737578891187644193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/weight-watchers.html' title='Weight Watchers'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-2718948086556870061</id><published>2007-08-25T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T07:42:43.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STATIC-X</title><content type='html'>Hey all. Today is going to be an awesome day. At 10:00 today, Static-X tickets go on sale, they are my favorite band!, and I lost two more pounds!! I stared weight watchers two weeks ago and that brings my total loss to 5 lbs!! Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Static-X like I love oxygen. They are the best live performers I have ever seen, and I've seen them 4 times already. The lead singer, Wayne is so freakin hot when they perform. He has this strange, awesome voice that makes me like crazy!!! Anyways, check them out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-2718948086556870061?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2718948086556870061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=2718948086556870061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2718948086556870061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2718948086556870061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/static-x.html' title='STATIC-X'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-3581971785799680296</id><published>2007-08-23T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:53:55.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Shit</title><content type='html'>There was a horrid storm today. I stopped home after school to change before work and as I got out of the car I told my boyfriend that in 10 minutes its going to rain, just out of no where. After I got dressed I looked out the front window and saw huge, HUGE, tree branches FLYING in the air. Immediately I screamed "THE DOGS ARE OUTSIDE!" and me and boyfriend ran to the back. We could not open the door because it was so windy. After a struggle the door was opened and the dogs got upstairs fine and boyfriend came down the stairs with my nephew. I was so freaked out at this point. I called my sister, mom, dad, work, grandparents, and my boyfriends family. I called Don but he didn't pick up (thats why we went and got D). There was garbage cans and boxes flying all through the ally and it was raining! I was FREAKED out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it that must better, the weather channel was making that horid beep! beep! sound and saying "TAKE COVER NOW!", saying there was a tornado and when it was going to get here. I was pacing the house until it stopped. I was standing by the window at one point and boyfriend comes up to me and holds me up. I have bad anxiety and I was skaking so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was over, which was about 10 minutes later, we went to get my little sister and drove around the town alittle bit. There were whole trees down across streets. It looked like aliens attacked the world, as my sis put it. Ha. I hope it never storms like that again around here or anywhere... Thats way to scary for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night apparently a house blew up, not too far from where I live and everyone but me heard this huge explosion. I was like wtf??? Why didn't I hear that but I heard my little dinky cell phone ringer go off two seconds later!!! Apparently there was a gas leek and the house just blew. I have no idea if anyone was hurt, hope not! How crazy is that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-3581971785799680296?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3581971785799680296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=3581971785799680296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/3581971785799680296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/3581971785799680296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/scary-shit.html' title='Scary Shit'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-4678071645102931424</id><published>2007-08-20T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:27:42.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the ASS</title><content type='html'>I hate bitches. I really, really, fucking hate bitches. Those people that always have to say some bullshit when there is NOTHING to bitch about. Or the mother fuckers who always have to have the last word and don't even make sense while they are talking shit to you about who knows what. I want to get a personal bitch kicker. Just some little dude that I can take out of my pocket to kick bitches that piss me off. He's gonna have sharp, pointy boots so it stings!!! Then he'll just jump in my pocket and the bitch with the adittude problem wont know what hit em'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-4678071645102931424?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4678071645102931424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=4678071645102931424' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/4678071645102931424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/4678071645102931424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/pain-in-ass.html' title='Pain in the ASS'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-2960052725405705670</id><published>2007-08-16T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:26:27.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ann</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesturday was the two year mark!! Dang dang. We really didn't do too much. In the morning we went to breakfast, came back to my house and watched a Haunting (thats our fav. show next to Everybody Loves Raymond!) and then just sat on the couch. His mom made the bomb ass burritos!!! I ate about half a burrito and wanted to explode... ugh. So after we could walk again, we played baseball, well catch with more running ha. We played for about an hour or so and Andrew was sweating BALLS! His light grey shirt was like black! Why do hispanic men sweat so much? My nephew whos like, 25 percent beaner sweats like crazy too! Ha. Anyways, we went to Bakers Square for desert. I had half of a half peice of carmel pecan deliciousness!! Now I really don't feel very well from all the food but what are you going to do... I still stayed in my points range. Wooo! (joined weight watchers Sat.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, I'm going to go turn the ac up, well down I guess ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-2960052725405705670?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2960052725405705670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=2960052725405705670' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2960052725405705670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2960052725405705670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-ann.html' title='My Ann'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-702642021899885098</id><published>2007-08-14T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:26:02.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "L" Ride</title><content type='html'>Unlike Jenny, I draw weird, but nice people to me on the train. This morning I went downtown to a FocusScope thing. I was on the train, minding my own buisness and this ginormous man gets on the train, sits down, looks at me and says "Beautiful day isn't it?". I replied with, "Yea, it finally cooled off." Then he asks me how I am. I said I was fine thanks. After I replied he got up and sat across the train from me. I'm thinking, great, this m f is never going to leave me alone now. He started by introducing himself and asking my name. Seemed pleasant, at least he wasn't hitting on me! We actually had a converstaion. It wasn't quite normal but it was nice to meet someone that just wanted to talk to somebody. He asked me all these off the wall questions like how to do percentages and what I wanted to do with my life. I was alittle weirded out at first but he seemed nice enough. Out of no where he goes, "You know what you remind me of, a princess." I go.... "Never got that one before, ha." Then the big man tells me how nice of a person he thinks I am and that he was glad to have met and talked to me. He said I seemed very genuine and that he thought I was going to get far in the world. How nice is that! See Jen, you don't always meet crazy, angry people!! Of course now the next time I get on the train I'll probably get molested or something! Ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-702642021899885098?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/702642021899885098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=702642021899885098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/702642021899885098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/702642021899885098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-l-ride.html' title='My &quot;L&quot; Ride'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-8789272690403071306</id><published>2007-08-13T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T07:44:06.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush Hour 3</title><content type='html'>This movie was fucking hilarious. Piss-your-pants funny. I was in the theatre laughing so hard I couldn't breath. I hope that everyone goes to see this movie. I actually want to go see it again, ha.&lt;br /&gt;This movie takes place in France, which is cool because they made fun of the french. I don't want to spoil the movie so I wont tell the funny parts, which was the whole thing!! Ha Just go see it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-8789272690403071306?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8789272690403071306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=8789272690403071306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/8789272690403071306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/8789272690403071306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/rush-hour-3.html' title='Rush Hour 3'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-7998495949471251628</id><published>2007-08-11T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:12:58.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trump and Rosie...</title><content type='html'>I must have missed something because I really don't know what their problem is. I know that Trump is always calling her a fat ass but thats about it. Anyways, I'd really like to know the story behind their beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush Hour 3 came out yesturday and the first two Rush Hours are my favorite movies!!! I'm going to see the third tonight and I'm hoping it will be just as funny. Maggie and I really enjoy those movies and we always play the parts. Maggie is always Chris Tucker, for obvious reseasons, ha, and I'm always Jackie Chan because I'm not black enough to be Tucker ha. We could probably go through the whole first two movies, line for line. I think they are piss-your-pants funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another movie that I really want to see is the Bourne Ultimatum (sp). I heard it was really good, I just need to make the time to go see it! I liked the first two, they were really action packed with just enough blood. I'm not a big fan of blood, it actually makes me sick ha. But anyways, I'm going to have to catch up on the movies!! Let me know what's worth my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-7998495949471251628?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7998495949471251628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=7998495949471251628' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/7998495949471251628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/7998495949471251628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/trump-and-rosie.html' title='Trump and Rosie...'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-2361132449304989462</id><published>2007-08-09T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:39:26.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tuesday I actually got myself to go to the mall and get my man a gift. I went to Spencers and Fredericks (sp). I bought him some fun, playful things from Spencers and something kinky from the underwear store!! I thought that maybe those thigh high and hip connector things might be kinda hot. Well I am not 5'8" with thin legs or small hips... I'm rather short with thick thighs and big old hips ha. I tried on that crap last night and it didn't look like the chick on the picture!! DAMN pictures!!!! Ha. But I can make it work... I hope. I think some liquid confidence might do me some good. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ill make sure to let you guys know how everything works out. I doubt there will be pictures, ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-2361132449304989462?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2361132449304989462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=2361132449304989462' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2361132449304989462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/2361132449304989462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-723003166104223996</id><published>2007-08-06T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:04:14.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not... hard to please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, my dad gets home from work tonight and is immidiately (as you all might have noticed, I cannot spell fantasticly, sorry!) bitching about everything. He's mad because we don't have the right type of spagetti noodles to eat with the chili that has too many beans and might be too spicy and the microwave isn't at the right temperature and everyones stupid because we don't need to read the instructions to put 30 seconds on the microwave!!!! Now he's throwing silverwear because we have no "real food" to eat in the house. Well, does he ever go grocery shopping? I think not. What does he ask for when my mom tells him that she's going to the store... cookies. Thats all. Of course when I offer to go out and pick him up something he's like no I'll just eat here even though he was just BICHING about there being nothing here!!!!!! And I even offered to go get the freakin noodles he wanted so he could eat here. Then we all have to hear about how he didn't eat anything all day and that he doesn't have time to wait for me to get him noodles or for me to pick something up for him. First off, its none of our faults that he didn't eat anything and secondly what the fuck does he have to do tonight that can't wait 10 minutes?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ahhh!! Then before he leaves to go to the bank, after all his blah blah bs he's like "Do you want to go somewhere to get something to eat?" AHHH NO!!! But of course, I'm the one that always makes everything better and sucks up my rage and goes out to eat with him. Because I'm a GOOD daughter!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, he can be super nice but make sure everythings his way and he gets what he wants. Bull shit not hard to please. Come on now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-723003166104223996?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/723003166104223996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=723003166104223996' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/723003166104223996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/723003166104223996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-hard-to-please.html' title='Not... hard to please?'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-301039506840890577</id><published>2007-08-06T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:26:11.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years...</title><content type='html'>The 15th of August is me and my boyfriends 2 year anniversary and I have no idea what to do for him or what to get him. He's pretty difficult to shop for. I don't really want to buy him clothes because I get him that anyways. I'm thinking something more personal. I need some ideas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-301039506840890577?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/301039506840890577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=301039506840890577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/301039506840890577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/301039506840890577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-years.html' title='2 years...'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-3386375300155375555</id><published>2007-08-03T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T12:57:40.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oOo Baby Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>So I work at this place and there are lots of children there.... obviously. Some of them aren't so bad. Some of them, well lets just say, are special. ;) I was called over to a table by one of the teachers because she needed something printed for one of her students. As I was standing, leaning on the table, not bent over, just a lean, this little boy leans back in his chair... checks out my ass and goes (very loud) "oOo baby babay!". This phrase was uttered from a 5 year old. I've been hit on plenty of times before and I would have to say this was the most uncomfortable moment I have experianced. All of the students and teachers just stared at me and I turned bright red, as I always do when embarassed, and wiped my brow in a very nervous manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later in the hour, this same little prost-i-tot, casually bumped into an older girls rather large hooters. Soon after the boob bumping he was blowing kisses to another little place child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the day before, when I wasn't working, he spanked a girl who was leaning over a table. Who is teaching this 5 year old prost-i-tot his moves? Does he have any brothers?... NO!!! Sisters?... Nope. I am assuming he watches way too much tv and especially too many music videos. I love being hit on by 5 year olds!!! Move over Micheal Jackson!!!! I got my OWN Jesus juice!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-3386375300155375555?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3386375300155375555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=3386375300155375555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/3386375300155375555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/3386375300155375555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/ooo-baby-baby.html' title='oOo Baby Baby!!!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-6851301885047648563</id><published>2007-08-02T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:14:26.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger! My Sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Since Emily didn't introduce herself...I will do it for her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094291443421006418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiZ2_9eavkA/RrKPE7trylI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7siUdSPRu6I/s400/n1149751955_30664326_4481.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Emily is my beautiful little sister...I begged my parents for a little sister or brother...but as soon as my mom was pregnant...I was like, "Never mind!" I was 8 when Em or shithead, as I like to call her, was born. Then two years later mom and dad had yet another accident (you see all three of us were accidents...damn broken condoms)...Maggie or Maggot, as I like to call her, was born. Me and Maggie hit it off fairly well, we tortured poor sweet Emily non-stop! And then, Maggie got older, and became a super bitch (not really, I love her) and then the endless fighting between them was non-stop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was mean to Emily, I poured salt in her hair, kicked her down, burned her hand, chased her around the house with knives and candles, made her fish random things out of the toilet with the false promises of taking her to Disney Land (sucker)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, I need to say sorry Emily...I was an evil big sister...but I love you! And just to show how much I love you...I am posting this picture of you...the worst picture EVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094291112708524610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiZ2_9eavkA/RrKOxrtrykI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2DgL4ur1aF4/s400/Picture+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mwwwwwwaaaaahhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love your big sis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geewhizjenny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/3737223469698234786-6851301885047648563?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6851301885047648563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=6851301885047648563' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/6851301885047648563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/6851301885047648563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-blogger-my-sister.html' title='New Blogger! My Sister!'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiZ2_9eavkA/RrKPE7trylI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7siUdSPRu6I/s72-c/n1149751955_30664326_4481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3737223469698234786.post-5674395662628764931</id><published>2007-08-01T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:05:41.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sis... the Bitch</title><content type='html'>Just about, hm... lets see, 3 minutes ago, I had this conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag: "Was Sleepy Hollow good?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yea, it was really good."&lt;br /&gt;Mag: "What was it about?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well this headless horseman comes back from the grave and... (point where she cuts me off)&lt;br /&gt;Mag: "What the fuck Emily?! You're such a fucking idiot. I didn't say tell me the whole fucking story! Way to ruin it for me, you fucking dumb bitch!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Stares at my ceiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is not exaggerated. If you are as confused as I am let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3737223469698234786-5674395662628764931?l=wwwemrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5674395662628764931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3737223469698234786&amp;postID=5674395662628764931' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/5674395662628764931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3737223469698234786/posts/default/5674395662628764931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwemrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-sis-bitch.html' title='My Sis... the Bitch'/><author><name>EmRocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05734097555312771999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
