tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64312356160374219622024-02-20T04:44:22.088-08:00Chocolate BananaSanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-25528040782896720232008-09-27T20:47:00.000-07:002008-09-27T21:31:01.359-07:00Of Opportunities and Epic Fails<span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">Hmmm...where to begin?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">I got a job! in a bakery! yay!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">I only have to work three days a week, and that would be fine if I wasn't working like 8 hour shifts. I'm underaged! Isn't this against child labor laws?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">I really like my job though :/</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">Today at work, I saw this really cute guy at the cash register, I was buying some dinner and he kept asking me questions like, 'where do you work?' "ooh, that must be fun!"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">he was really nice, but I'm pretty sure he was just being flirtatious (playa)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">I figured he'll probably come around the bakery once or twice and flirt with me and solange a little more. I think he just wants a booty call</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">Because I had work today, I didn't get to go to homecoming, which I'm not too bummed about, I didn't go the last 3 years, and dances usually aren't that fun unless your gossiping about someone having sex in the bathroom. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">Ahh...High School</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">oo, yesterday, during the prep rally, I was getting ready to go home (i was super tired and I didn't feel like sitting around on the bleachers) and this other guy (i think his name was taylor? anyways, he was in my HAP class) needed my to help jumpstart his car. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">Well, unfortunately for me, I couldn't think of a reason to say no, so I helped the poor guy out. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">Usually when out of the ordinary stuff like this happens, I start thinking about what point God was making. Did this just happen or was there a reason?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">I believe everything happens for a reason, so stuff like this is sort of like a puzzle for me </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">Speaking of school, my classes this year are freaking hard. AP Bio, AP Lit, AP Euro, HAP, Calc Hns, Journalism Hns, holding down a job, being incharge of Muslim Youth Newsletter and sports/clubs</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">It's a hard knock life</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">I'm like failing AP Lit and I just failed my AP Bio test (i think the highest I can get on it at this point is a 72-77 percent :( )</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">Ahhh! I have so much to do! I hope I don't die first</span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-35358565266253617892008-09-22T15:08:00.000-07:002008-09-22T15:09:33.068-07:00Of Megan Fox 'I'm in love with a stripper'<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >A couple days ago, I was reading an article on Megan Fox, and apparently she was in love with a stripper named Nikita, back when Fox was 18. And that's not the end of it, she thinks Olivia Wilde is insanely sexy and Jenna Jameson is smoking hot.<br /><br />I don't know who Wilde is but Jameson's a freakin' porn star. Makes you wonder what Fox does in her free time doesn't it?<br /><br />"I just think that all humans are born with the ability to be attracted to both sexes. I mean, I could see myself in a relationship with a girl —Olivia Wilde <span></span> is so sexy she makes me want to strangle a mountain ox with my bare hands. She's mesmerizing. And lately I've been obsessed with Jenna Jameson, but ... oh boy." (yahoo.com)<br /><br />I found it funny that the chicks Fox is into look exactly like Fox with some slight variation. Nikita is stripper Fox, Wilde is blond Fox, and Jameson is plastic Fox.<br />Basically, Fox is gay for herself<br />lol<br /><br />But in all seriousness, there is a point to what she said. I was thinking about it. When I was younger, like 11 or 12, we had this person come in, I think his name was Mikey or something, and he did a performance about people who led alternative lifestyle.<br />I remember it being really good.<br />Then he asked us a question. He said, 'If you think being gay is a choice, raise your hand.'<br />I raised mine.<br />Then he retaliated, 'If being gay is a choice, then did you wake up this morning and decide to be straight?'<br />That caught me off-guard. My initial reaction was 'no, I'm just straight'<br />Based on my religion, homosexuality is a sin as it is in many religions, and because of that, I don't usually believe all that bullshit about how homosexuality is an inbred thing.<br /><br />Of course, like the great theologian Augustine, I had to find away to reconcile my religion and science. Actually I'm still not too sure if the homosexuality gene has been proven or not, but it doesn't really matter to me, because what Fox said is true. Humans are born with the ability to be attracted by both sexes. Not many religious people are willing to admit it, but to further their claim that homosexuality is a choice, they have too.<br /><br />Many religious figures would probably be unwilling to say that not because they think it's false, but maybe because their faith is so strong they choose to block whatever feelings they have for the same sex subconsciously, which, I suppose, is I must've been doing.<br /><br />But anyways, looking around at society today, you can see far more teenagers and young people are into experimenting. A lot of people have suddenly determined that they are bisexual because that subconscious attraction they might've felt for the same sex is suddenly okay to have in today's society, so they are more willing to acknowledge it.<br /><br />But same goes for 'gay' people. I don't actually think they are gay. I remember a gay guy who went to our school named Kyle. He was the flamboyent time. I remember a day when he wore a bra stuffed with apples, a mini skirt, and bright yellow purse. He would wave his hands in exasperation, flutter his eyelashes at passing males and flirtingly call out to football players on their way home.<br /><br />No matter how gay he seemed, I remember one instant while at lunch, when he and a very pretty girl were tossing around in a secluded hallway. They weren't like having sex or anything, it looked more like puppies playfully bouncing on each other. I don't know about you, but how many girls do you see rolling around and nibbling each other's ears? That's about as realistic as a group of panty clad teenagers having a pillow fight.<br /><br />So then I thought, maybe he's not as gay as he thinks?<br /><br />And that's that. Maybe all of humanity is naturally bisexual. </span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-49418402128465551352008-09-14T18:28:00.000-07:002008-09-22T14:38:06.610-07:00Of Holy crap, I have an essay tomorrow!<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Okay, so I need to do a comparison between Jane Eyre and the Wide Sea Sargasso. Problem is, I don't know what to compare.<br />For the past week, we've been talking about parallel's between the main characters, Jane Eyre and Antoinette Rochester.<br /><br />Jane Eyre, orphaned at a young age, lived unloved in her aunt's cold house. Hated by her and her child, Jane found solace in her books. Seclusion meant safety and peace for Jane, who was used to her aunt's cold gaze and her cousins' torment.<br />In Antoinette case, she loved her mother and believed that it was returned, but in the end, her mother drew away from Antoinette's touch after her son, Antoinette's idiot brother, died in the burning carnage of their house.<br /><br />Detached and unloved at an early age, Jane was perhaps more stable, knowing that only in that house she would have to feel that way.<br />Antoinette, however, was trapped. Hated in her land, where her family was known to be ex-slave owner, hated by her mother, the one woman whom she truly loved. Perhaps, because of that instance, she came to depend, thrive on another's love, desperate to recreate what she never had.<br />What she never realized was that she had love. Her childhood caretaker, and surrogate mother, Christophine, loved and cherish Antoinette. Her half-brother and lover, Sandi, loved and cherished her too, but what of it? She did not put any value on them. But why?<br /><br />Come to think of it, Jane, too, had a caretaker in Bessie. The only woman there to dote on her as a child should be doted upon. In Jane's case, Bessie was a passing character. She had little influence other than to sooth a passionate Jane. Jane forgot her soon, but always loved her.<br /><br />Antoinette constantly leaned on Christophine. Maybe part of the reason that Antoinette was so messed up was because Christophine never really tried to make Antoinette grow up. She did everything she asked, without laying down any punishment or consquence, so Antoinette didn't really see her a relevant person. In short, Christophine babied Antoinette, perhaps in fear that Antoinette would soon develop into another crazy character.<br /><br />But anyways, Antoinette, so consumed with this desire to find love, found no outlet. She was so dependent on this need, she never learned to stand on her own two feet. While Jane found comfort in seclusion, Antoinette couldn't be satisfied until she felt constantly loved.<br />When that didn't happen, and Rochester, though he had admitted he never loved her, would not give her up, she had no escape, by then too emersed in Rochester to leave on her own. She stayed and found comfort outside her mind. She may have been saved had she had the strength to leave him.<br /><br />It isn't surprising that Antoinette was pushed to madness. In a place like Croele where women must depend on men to rule over them and provide protection, she, like her mother Anette, fell into the hands of greedy infatuated men, who in the end, betrayed and left them.<br /><br />Another similarity, shared between the two women, are the hot and passionate personalities they had. In a time where female docility and childlike servitude were prized in women, there hot and fiery tempers were kept in suppression. It is ironic that Antoinette, forced unwilling into such a quiet temperment was hated when she tried to freely expressive herself to Rochester, while Jane, who willingly calmed herself, was constantly pulled out of her calm demeanor by Rochester, who favored her passionate mind.<br /><br />Perhaps Rochester meant to repent for his past crime? Or maybe, her calm demeanor attracted him at first, and her intellectual mind drew him in further until he wasn't afraid or repelled by her passionate outbursts, especially since they usually followed a coherent train of thought. Maybe Jane was able to have controlled bouts of madness, whereas Antoinette had no way to express herself logically without sounding mad.<br /><br />Christophine, Antoinette's prime care taker, was the opposite of Annette, Antoinette's mother. She was a strong independent woman, stable and sound, but Antoinetter never took example of her, instead choosing to depend on her mother, perhaps striving to win back her favor.</span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-768312536541142872008-09-09T15:40:00.000-07:002008-09-09T16:50:47.848-07:00Of Colleges and Deadlines (dun dun dunnn)<span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Ok, so I figure, I should probably pick out some colleges to apply to now that I'm a senior, sooo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I choose you! Pikach-no</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">lol</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Rutgers, Regular Decision, Febuary 28</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Marist, Early Action, December 1st (gasp)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">NYU, Regular Decision, January 1st</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">The College of New Jersey, Regular Decision, Febuary 15</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">that's all i got so far...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">orginally, i thought i should pick 5, but I think i'm a go with 7, it's a nicer number, 7</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">anyways much has happened, I dont really feel like explaining, so I'll do a little two second flashback</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Let's see</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">after school started, my mom smacked me around like a pinyata for wearing a low-cut shirt, which actually wasn't that low-cut, especially since i don't really have any boobs to speak of, but anyways, i said i'd wear a scarf or something, so then she went on and on about some other bullshit like how i need to be home at 4:00 and studying like asian</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">oh then she took away my car, gave it back, took it away again, apologized, made me miss my bus, then gave me back my keys again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">All in all, my mom is crazy</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Then my bro came home from college again, even though he only left like a week ago, then he demanded the TV as I was watching the VMAs, and my dad was like, "give him the TV you obnoxious child"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">so i had my little tantrum, discovering that I have officially inherited my mom's crazy genes, and left the room</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Then my bro apoligized, like he should've, then proceeded to tell me his life story, which was sad, pathetic, and surprisingly....actually no, it was just sad</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">what did he say my friends? a lot of things i didn't really want to hear </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">by and by, I got a job, i'm sucking at calculus, i gained another .5 lb</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I should prob start fasting tomorrow :\</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">-peace</span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-59056302940475962512008-09-04T11:35:00.000-07:002008-09-04T11:46:15.685-07:00Of Senior year<span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I am a senior.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">First day of school, not so bad. I have a couple people to talk to in every class. In AP Euro, I have a nice little bubble in the back. AP Lit, I'm good, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Calc</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hns</span>, I have like one person, Health, I'm fine, Journalism, yea, HAP (Human Anatomy and Physiology, say that three times fast), ther's a couple, which brings me to AP Bio and Study Hall - no one.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Well, there are people I can talk to, but like I don't know them well enough for groups and stuff, which sucks balls, because I have no idea what I'm gonna do for lab. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">omg, I'm going to kill myself on D-days. I thought HAP was a regular elective course, but I actually have lab for that stupid fucking class, so I have to eat in 20 minutes, get my butt down to HAP and then I have AP Bio, correction, AP Bio and study hall lab. Those dreams of leaving school early? gone forever :(</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">At most I'll have a half-hour</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">So D-day is really like my own doomsday, what with the 3 hour crash course on everything bio.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I really need a job too, that would be nice, to have some money *sigh*</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">wat else wat else, oh! My mom's b-day is tomorrow! I think we're gonna go to MGM to pick up some shoes, I need a couple pumps for school anyhow :)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I should prolly get some balloons, right?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">-peace ;p</span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-61854374560236565142008-09-01T20:23:00.000-07:002008-09-01T21:10:58.610-07:00Of Towelhead by Alicia Erian<span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Where to begin?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I just finished Towelhead by Alicia Erian</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">it was a decent book, graphic and detailed, but decent</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">The main character, Jasira, is one helava 13 year old. She has huge jugs and model's face and the innocence of a child her age, and everyone notices.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Barry, her mother's boyfriend, is the first to take advantage of Jasira, and that's where this story begins. He doesn't have sex with her, but he is vastly inappropriate.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Well anyways, mother-dear finds out and, instead of kicking the bastard out, she sends her daughter to Houston, Texas to live with her strict and overbearing Labanese father, who also notices his daughter's ....growth spurt...ahem.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">He, uncomfortable with her budding womanhood, is even more fierce and strict than he needs to be, to a violent level. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">And all this does absolutely nothing but send Jasira into the hands of a Mr. Vuoso, her reservist neighbor who actually does take advantage of her in sick and perverted ways.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">For an objective stance, most of you probably think that Vuoso and Barry need to die burning, but Jasira, not so much.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">She liked, even loved, these men, or at least she believed she did, right to the very end. That's what made the story so interesting, her confused emotions and unfamiliar desires. Although I'm not sure how many 13 year olds think about doing it with men thrice their age. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">The point is, she felt that way because of a desire to belong. Her mother sent her away in favor of another man and her father doesn't know how to handle her unless he's telling her what to do. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">What's worse is that no one cared enough to explain to her what was going on with her body. And as disturbing and unwanted that conversation is, sometimes health class isn't enough. The book addresses embarrassing, but surprisingly accurate elements that goes along with being a woman, like shaving (more specifically, shaving the pubes and pits) and periods, and buttons and boys, and most importantly, feelings.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Jasira had a lot, and I mean a lot, of sexual drive. Some of that was unrealistic to me because, I don't know about you, but I certainly didn't get off reading playboy that young (btw, did you know they have a playgirl?). She had a lot of physical attractions, but she didn't understand it, so when Vuoso took advantage of her and her body easily submitted, she didn't know what to think even though she didn't actually want it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">So she mistakenly believed she loved him. Part of it was because he felt so sorry after which made her feel powerful, something she was unused to because of her own unforgiving parents. But because of her parents she felt like she was the one who was always wrong, so she only ended up feeling sorry for that rat bastard, instead of angry like she should've.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">It's an interesting story, told in the eyes of a child, and admittedly, the reader too has a hard time remembering that their supposed to hate Vuoso. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Besides dealing with these sexual urges, Jasira also deals with a lot of social issues as an Arab during the Iraq War, which probably also contributed to her increase in sexual activities as a means of an outlet. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">But yea, she has no friends because of her perpetual mild-temperment (prob from the beating at home) and then people find out she's Arab. It's funny that Erian choose to call her novel Towelhead, when racism wasn't really her primary point, but anyways, throughout the novel she's called 'sand nigger', 'camel jokey' and of course, 'towelhead'</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">And while she's dealing with how those words affect her everyday and emotional life, no one notices when the big bad wolf next door comes huffing and puffing.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">This story was so graphic and honest that it shocked me a little, but I realized that Erian painted a surprisingly accurate portrait of the rarely poetic transition into womanhood.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#660000;">And you know, I guess you could say it was funny, more sad, but yes, it was entertaining reading about how Jasira's cheapass father tried helping his daughter smooth over her teen years with 1 dollar boxs of pads and the occasional 2 dollar razors.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-63379835783444637312008-08-26T22:09:00.001-07:002008-08-26T22:42:54.773-07:00Of Late Nights<span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I. can. not. sleep.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I can't stop thinking about all the stuff I have to do</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">And I have such random thoughts too</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Like I was thinking about all the really nice feedback I've been getting lately</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">One person said that I was the perfect leader, another, that I'm pretty, another, that I'm funny, and yet another, that I'm incredible talented</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">And even though I love feeling good about myself, I can't help but think that the most-liked people are also the most depressed</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I'll tell you why</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Once you get used to it, you'll start feeding off these compliments, judging yourself based on what people say and think of you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">And in the crowd of mostly good, there is always that one complaint <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">that'll</span> send you from sky high to subzero low</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">From there, you go either one of two directions</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Extreme self-confidence ('oh, you're just jealous') which really just makes you an a-hole</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">or </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Loss of Individuality, which is basically when you start changing yourself to be accepted and instead of being happier, you're miserable</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Of course their are the many sub-sections, like the goth or punk, those who have that self-confidence, but to an obnoxious extent</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Personally, I think everyone cares a little about what people think of them, so that self-confidence comes off as a little fake to me</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I suppose the telltale sign would be that incredibly eager look, when their eyes are wide open and their face, tense, especially after they've just made a snarky comment or 'funny' joke, which they think they thought of on their own, but really sprang from the group's demeanor. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I think there are only a lucky few that are truly truly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">comfortable</span> in their own skin, and even they have their moments.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I guess the trick is to find that happy medium, because I don't think anyone can really fully not care about what people think, there is always someone whose opinion will matter, a parent, friend, spouse, w/e</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">So where is this medium? The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">answer</span> is a matter of trust, I think. If you rely on someone who truly loves you and respects you and that you love and respect, that person is whose opinion should matter. It's an obvious answer, I know, but sometimes the obvious isn't so obvious, until someone says it of course. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Yea, so that's what I was thinking about tonight</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">It's mostly obvious stuff like this, actually. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Dude, you know what I just realized?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I've always noticed that in the morning and really late at night, the light in my room is extremely bright, like blinding</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">And I thought it was because my lamp just likes to play bitch</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">but I think the real reason is because my eyes are so adjusted to the dark, that it just seems bright, or the lamp just loses some power after the first couple minutes, but I think it's the first one</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">lol</span></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Okay! Stuff to do tomorrow</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">1. Call all the editors and ask them for updates (give them until friday to gather info)</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">2. Journalism: Write Outlandish review (Summer work and MYN, all in one go)</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">3. Journalism: Write Feature on Ramadan (Summer work/MYN)</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">4. Oped Analysis</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">5. Article Ideas (4 per section)</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"> 3-4 hours</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">6. Update Article List/Contact List</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">7. Email (surprisingly, this takes near an hour)</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">So I'm thinking 6-7 hours total</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">oh joy.</span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-85573902461109459562008-08-26T19:07:00.000-07:002008-08-26T22:09:16.788-07:00Of Fun Times and Boredom<span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">boo.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">i had a very full day today :)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">full day, but not all was well</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">First thing this morning, I had to spend about an hour or two fixing up my mother's financial mess, then I was off to the church</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">muslim</span> youth in my community decided to start a newspaper and, I genius that I am, volunteered to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">in charge</span> of it, but I really have so much to do this summer, so I don't know how I'm going to manage everything</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Anyways, I had to go the church because of this Interfaith section in our newspaper. I wanted the priest there to write a little article about Fasting in their religion since we're publishing in the middle of Ramadan</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">So I went up the secretary and asked her if i could make an appointment and she gives me this cringe. And then this lady minister steps in and the secretary introduces me as "This is Sana, she's not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Christain</span>...*cringe*"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">How rude is that, right?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">It was like association with me would disease her brain cells</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">The minister was really nice though, although she told me she wouldn't be able to write the piece herself, she did offer to answer my questions, so I wrote some stuff down but I think what I'm gonna do is have someone from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Christain</span> and Jewish youth groups write the article instead, so I basically just wasted her time.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">oh well.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">After that, I had to go to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Haldmen</span> Ford because my mom's car broke - yet again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Seriously, take better care of your car, woman. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">She took my car instead...:(</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">But when I can say? She bought it for me ^^</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">But the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Haldmen</span> and Ford people too for-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ev</span>-er to take the car. They spent an hour just looking for our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">freakin</span>' paper work (get it together, man)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Then they made us stay longer to argue with us about whether or not it was their fault that the mirror shaft was broken, and it really didn't make a difference because our insurance wouldn't cover it anyways</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I hate people who waste my time with their stupidity</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Seriously, just shut up and fix it</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I had plans today to go to Barnes and Nobles too, so I really didn't want to stand around in the heat with fat old men</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">After that, I had lunch with my parents (also very time-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">consuming</span>) and finally left for B&N</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I finished about a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">twelfth</span> of the work I planned to do, so...I'd consider it a pretty productive day- lol</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">I was distracted by my study group ^^</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">So I got back 'round 9, and now I'm waiting for Hillary Clinton to make her speech</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Michelle Obama was amazing yesterday, btw</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Maybe it's a girl thing, but I teared a little</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">personally, I like her a lot more then Clinton (although, I didn't like her much to begin with)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Obama seems a lot more genuine to me</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Dude, I really need a to-do list</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><strong>AP Bio</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Carbon and Nitrogen Cycle</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">22-26 Glossary</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">P-bro Perserve Write-up</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><strong>AP Lit</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Summer Reading Book 2</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><strong>AP Euro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Online Summary</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Summer Reading Essay</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">DBQ</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><strong>Journalism</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Arts & Review article (Outlandish)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">News Article (Indo-festival?)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Articles Ideas (4 per section)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Column/Oped Analysis</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><strong>Muslim Youth Newsletter</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Mission Statement Letter</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Muslim Op/ed</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Outlandish Review</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Ramadan Feature</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Call everyone tomorrow to get updates</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Make sure we have Interfaith Coloumnists</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Talk to publishing company</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Update article list/contact list</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Figure out how to raise money</span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-66049193942559592332008-08-22T19:51:00.000-07:002008-08-22T20:18:38.705-07:00Of Details and Update<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">okay, well considering I was sleeping most of the day and my narcotics are starting to wear off, I think I'll let you in on some more my juicy (or should I say bloody?) details.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">The nurses and doctors were actually super nice, but maybe a little too friendly. When I was in the operating room, they had to put on all this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">monitoring</span> stuff like a pulse sock (this thing they stick on your finger) and heart rate stickers</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">So as they were putting it on the male doc was going down a little too far, if you know what I mean..., I caught him before he saw anything and had one of the female nurses to do, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">woah</span>, close one</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">anyways, in the middle of all that, they gave me the gas mask and I inhaled about 10 puffs until I was out like a rock.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">That stuff smelled really funny, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">btw</span>, and now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">everything</span> else I eat has the same scent, its wearing off though, so no worries</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">So after that I woke up in the recovery with my mom and dad sitting down and smiling next to me. The nurse was telling me I was up before then and asked her what the time was like 14 times</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">I didn't know I was <em>that </em>stoned</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Anyways, now, I'm cool, the bleeding has stopped almost completely. The only thing is my mouth is incredibly dry and I still have to pee like every two seconds</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">I think the IV made me fat :(</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Well, since I'm better, I decided to take a peek at my nose and I swear to you, it looks different</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">It's not like a big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">micheal</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">jackson</span> change, and it doesn't look like I got cosmetic surgery, but it def looks smaller and straighter. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">My doc said nothing was gonna change so I don't know what to think at this point. But I suppose I'm not too surprised, he had to remove a bone in the process so that might have contributed</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">More updates tomorrow!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">-peace</span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-44120721751858287422008-08-22T15:59:00.000-07:002008-08-22T17:53:11.710-07:00Of Drugs and Drugs and Drugs and Drugs<span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I came back from my surgery a little while ago.<br />I'm still a little woozy and I'm bleeding a little (by little I mean a LOT), but I don't feel much pain, probably because the nurses hooked be up with plenty a drugs before I left, so I'm feeling as high as a kite right about now- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lol</span><br /><br />It's a little like how I felt after my wisdom teeth got removed - I woke up and felt so good, but I was super disoriented. I almost knocked myself out again as I was heading outside through a very solid wall.<br /><br />As I'm sure your curious, I tell you a little bit about what I had done (no, not breast implants, I'm quite happy with my...girls - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lol</span>)<br /><br />It was a couple of things, first <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">septoplasty</span> to correct my deviated septum then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tribunate</span> surgery to remove a bone blocking my sinuses, and lastly removal of various polyps and air pockets obstructing my passages<br /><br />It took about twenty minutes<br /><br />Sounds like a lot more, right? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lol</span><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Pre</span>-op, I was being a big baby and wouldn't let them stick the IV in, so they kindly knocked my out first and did their thing<br /><br />I heard I even got a shot of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">cocaine</span> (I did not know they could do that)<br /><br />I remember a little bit about inhaling the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">anesthesia</span>. It was so odd, I felt awake, yet asleep at the same time. I don't think I was under long enough to get that odd of body feeling, but I remember feeling a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">panicked</span> that I couldn't move my arms and legs anymore.<br /><br />No worries, though, I woke up a second later, or at least it <em>felt </em>like I did<br /><br />My throat was soooo sore, apparently a side affect of the anesthesia and intubation (this device they stick done your throat to keep you breathing through your mouth)<br /><br />And I was still really confused when I woke up, not too mention increadibly <em>high</em> . I kept telling all the nurses how great and wonderful they were, and I was like, "You guys are the best, the nicest and the best guys every - woosh, slidy doors..."<br /><br />Then my mom took me home and took care of me <3<br /><span style="color:#660000;">She even put some lip gloss on me because my lips were so dry from medication (I feel so pretty - lol) </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">You know, she didn't do any of her doctor work because she wanted to make sure I was okay? </span><br /></span><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I"m gonna take such good care of her when she's old <333<br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">So now, here I am, thoroughly painless, and a tad bit sober on my bed at home :) </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">My bro just bought me soup, he's being so nice today :) </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">I'll ttyl with more recovery tidbits, but I'm pretty okay, other than the fact I have to pee every two seconds </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">-peace :) </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">wooooooooosh</span></span><br /></span></span><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="color:#660000;"></span></span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-79999322002203866512008-08-21T10:07:00.000-07:002008-08-21T10:27:56.270-07:00Of Seperation and Confusion<span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You know, there has always been a <span style="color:#663300;">possibility</span> that parents would one day divorce.<br /><br />They fought a lot when I was younger so divorce was mentioned many-a-time, but me and brother were too young for that experience<br /><br />I never knew if they just forgave each other after those fights, or if they were just holding off until we were older<br /><br />But now that we are older, I don't think I'm any more ready for it to happen.<br /><br />Lately, my dad in particular has been saying a lot of funny things, personally I just think he's being dramatic, but who knows?<br /><br />I started noticing it after a certain incident. He was 'cleaning' his closet, and by that I mean, throwing everything away, and as he was walking off with a garbage bag full of old socks my mom stopped him<br />"You don't need to throw all of them away, just pick out some"<br />He wouldn't listen, so she opened the bag and spilled it's contents, pairing off socks that were his, mine, hers and my brothers, and throwing away the rest (including moldy, holy socks, which was the majority of them)<br />My dad got unreasonably angry and just walked out in fit of rage<br />I drove around my neighborhood for 10 minutes before I found him<br /><br />And then he said things like, "I don't even enjoy her company that well! She too demanding! She's the one wasting all the money with her bullshit shopping!"<br /><br />couple of days later, it continues<br /><br />They're both incredible divas, so that can't see how incredibly good they are for each other<br />My father's patience and understanding suits my mom's quick-temper and complaining<br />And my mother's caring and work ethic balances my dad's few, but big burst of anger and his innate laziness<br /><br />But if by some off-chance they were to divorce, if they hated each other that much<br />...what would it mean for me?<br /><br />All these years of playing the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mediator, I suppose...idk, I don't want to it to happen and if it did, I would proabably being bawling from now until december</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">But if it did, I'd let it happen, if they're truly and sincerely not happy, I'd let them do it</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">And God knows I pray that day will never come</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">-sana</span></span></span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-41134417431822078422008-08-20T16:20:00.000-07:002008-08-20T16:30:34.039-07:00Of Asses and Schedules<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">You know, I getting really annoyed with everyone in my family<br />all they do is talk...about my ass<br /><br />as soon as I come downstairs<br />"Why is your ass so big? cover that up"<br />It is not that big!!<br /><br />If it is, it's my mom fault for giving it to me<br />besides, it's not like my buttcrack is hanging out, all my junk is in actually in my trunk (butt...pants...POP CULTURE REFERENCE)<br /><br />moving on, I got my schedule today!!<br /><br />1 - AP Euro (Salmestrelli)<br />2 - Health/PE (Stubbs)<br />3 - AP Lit (Goodkin)<br />4 - Adv Journalism (Stanley)<br />LUNCH<br />5 - Calc Hns (Shea)<br />6 - Human Ana (Crochetiere)<br />7 - AP Bio (Looney)<br />8 - Study Hall<br /><br />my teachers have really odd names, stubbs, looney, crochetiere...<br /><br />- peace</span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431235616037421962.post-73108470702028530802008-08-18T19:32:00.000-07:002008-08-18T19:39:38.957-07:00Vivanno<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;">You know the good old days, when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">xanga</span> was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blogger's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">facebook</span>?</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;">I had since moved on, until someone found my old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">xanga</span>, so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">wtfomfg</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Well, little me inspired big me to make a new blog, so this is it</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;">after 3 and a half hours searching for the ideal <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">blogspot</span>, i found <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">blogspot</span> (fitting)</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;">I don't know about you, but after 3 and a half hours, I don't really feel like writing anymore</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;">no i don't</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hmm</span>...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">wat</span> i will do is tell you a little bit about my fun name</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;">it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">wat</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">i'm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">drinkin</span>, yup</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;">the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">starbucks</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">vivanno</span> chocolate banana smoothie/shake (don't know which, don't really care)</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">yummmmmm</span>.</em></span>Sanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01055567964722884970noreply@blogger.com2