<?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-3612682228776427318</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:58:54.829-05:00</updated><category term='Team'/><category term='das Gift'/><category term='Reading'/><category term='The Jungle'/><category term='Bacteria'/><category term='BYKI'/><category term='my pledge'/><category term='Blonde1'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='tired'/><category term='ballet'/><category term='IB'/><category term='writer in my head'/><category term='Make me a supermodel'/><category term='Universe'/><category term='Happy day'/><category term='Lord of the Rings'/><category term='goal list'/><category term='Orange Juice'/><category term='Greedy'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='hair-cut'/><category term='Brain'/><category term='Benjamin Franklin'/><category term='rush'/><category term='Plinky'/><category term='Vegan'/><category term='High Fructose Corn Syrup'/><category term='Homework'/><category term='Bird Poop'/><category term='Jane Eyre'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='tips'/><category term='PETA contest'/><category term='Past'/><category term='Clones'/><category term='ULTA'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='self-pity'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='Language Learning'/><category term='bus'/><category term='Blog Title'/><category term='dance'/><category term='Police'/><category term='rant'/><category term='Procrastination'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Office people'/><category term='Brother'/><category term='Free Online College Courses'/><category term='peace'/><category term='Corporations'/><category term='Essay'/><category term='Manifest Destiny'/><category term='metaphors'/><category term='Toxic'/><category term='hate'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='school'/><category term='I&apos;m a big baby'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='stinky'/><category term='Meat'/><category term='Stupid'/><category term='Olive Garden'/><category term='Sleepover'/><category term='Principal'/><category term='Cash Crate'/><category term='Consumer Reports'/><category term='people'/><category term='Thank You'/><category term='obsessions'/><category term='mac'/><category term='&quot;Pretties&quot;'/><category term='Blonde Guinea Pig'/><category term='unhappy'/><category term='Annoying People'/><category term='love'/><category term='unity'/><category term='Skin'/><category term='Urban Decay'/><category term='Cheese'/><category term='New Year&apos;s'/><category term='Elephant pose'/><category term='Complaints.'/><category term='Leaf Brain'/><category term='history fair'/><category term='short'/><category term='Myspace'/><category term='Murad'/><category term='Band'/><category term='Acne'/><category term='Daylight Savings Time'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Today Show'/><category term='Keyboard'/><category term='Wii Fit'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='Upton Sinclair'/><category term='Sickness'/><category term='Flexibility'/><category term='Adonis'/><category term='stalker'/><category term='Veg'/><category term='Unexpected'/><category term='tempting fate'/><category term='Crazy'/><category term='German'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Law of Attraction'/><category term='Teacher Reccomendations'/><category term='Teachers'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Rocket day'/><category term='Spanish'/><category term='Freaky'/><category term='Nothin&apos; Much'/><category term='High School'/><category term='Homeschool'/><category term='Instrument'/><category term='Plinky Keyboard'/><category term='Busuu'/><category term='Lifesytle'/><category term='Chickens'/><category term='Free Rice'/><category term='random'/><category term='Library'/><category term='Rosetta Stone'/><category term='Dermatologist'/><category term='Positive'/><category term='music'/><category term='Green Tea'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='one million dollars'/><category term='Science'/><category term='Organic'/><category term='Disease'/><category term='Nutrition'/><category term='M and M&apos;s'/><category term='Discount Dance'/><category term='Detrimental'/><category term='Clean my room'/><category term='administration'/><category term='Adults'/><category term='Strong'/><category term='McDonalds =('/><category term='The Devil&apos;s Arthimetic'/><category term='Reading Teacher'/><category term='Update'/><category term='career'/><category term='Smoke in the hallway Fire in my mind'/><category term='WifeSwap'/><category term='Tacky day'/><category term='Splits'/><category term='365 days Vegan'/><category term='Dance Paws'/><category term='Career Planning'/><category term='Dracula'/><title type='text'>Real Fake</title><subtitle type='html'>Phony People Are Real.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-7711474636798786037</id><published>2010-02-16T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:11:11.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalker'/><title type='text'>A whole year</title><content type='html'>Well I'm just going to go with my life recently. I'm starting to think I have major stalking issues. This will be the second unfortunate nugget to fall into the pit of my infatuation. I really should be doing some homework now, but I just wanted to say that I'm alive, and physically well. The mental part, maybe not so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-7711474636798786037?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/7711474636798786037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=7711474636798786037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7711474636798786037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7711474636798786037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2010/02/whole-year.html' title='A whole year'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-2228552262167879265</id><published>2009-09-20T13:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:05:02.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a post.</title><content type='html'>I think dance is a long term obsession. I can't stop thinking about it. I finally got my splits! It seems like for every one thing I accomplish there are 15 new ones to try. That whole fasting/ calorie restrictiong thing is not happening. I like food too much and some of it could be unhealthy for young people. I am eating more fruits and vegetables and everyday being a vegan becomes easier. It has been about a month into school and no one has noticed that I don't eat meat or cheese or stuff like that. I'm going to see if I can go the whole year. School is fun, but not at the same time. IB is a great program a lot of work but it isn't like they are just giving out worksheets to fill up our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just wanted you guys to know I didn't die or go into a coma. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-2228552262167879265?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/2228552262167879265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=2228552262167879265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2228552262167879265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2228552262167879265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-than-post.html' title='More than a post.'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-8859144796082066348</id><published>2009-07-03T14:46:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:08:31.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance Paws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Splits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discount Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elephant pose'/><title type='text'>Hibernation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wholeyoga.com/images/satya-wheel-legup-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://www.wholeyoga.com/images/satya-wheel-legup-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come out of hibernation, and I'm going to give you some important updates! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I made the dance team!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The auditions were in June. I figured I have nothing to lose so I might as well try. I'm actually surprised I made it. I'm so excited. There is a second audition (I'm going just for the heck of it. It is the same routine as the first one, so it will be super easy.) Then the "boot camp" is at the end of the month for 5 days. I've been training so I will be strong and flexible for it. I don't want to be a wuss for my first impression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I almost have my splits.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been stretching an hour every night for a month. I'm so close. I think 1 more month at the most and I will have it on my right and left sides. The center could take a year or longer. My hips just don't open very well that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I almost have elephant pose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That is the pose in the picture. I've come so far in yoga. I've only been doing it for a year, but wow. Last year I was just lucky if I could hold myself up in wheel/bridge/back bend (the same pose pictured, but with your leg down.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm switching my diet. (yet again) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I eat wayyy too much junk. Just and example, jolly beans, frosting (amazingly there is vegan frosting at wal-mart, who knew?), fake cheese, Macaroni, Pizza, Naked Juice (It is good for you, but I should definitely cut back). I almost never eat vegetables, so a dramatic change is necessary. I'm only going to get fruits and vegetables, that way I won't eat any crap. Once a month I may treat myself to a baked good (vegan of course.) but other than that, no no no. I'm also going to try fasting (one day, once a month.) I'm doing this to cleanse my organs and just give my poor digestive track a rest. I also watched a thing (and read a book), about calorie restricted diets. They said they help you live longer and I believe it. So one week every month I'm going to try and eat about half as much as I usually do. This prompts your body to go into starvation mode and be more efficient. Of course when I return to normal, I'll probably go into fat storing mode. Hmmm, maybe I need to look at this a bit more. I'll still try it, but if there are any nasty side effects (I'm sure there won't be, but it is always a possibility) I'll quit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I got dance supplies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I ordered some tights and &lt;a href="http://www.dancepaws.com/"&gt;Dance Paws&lt;/a&gt;. I got them from D&lt;a href="http://www.discountdance.com/"&gt;iscount Dance Supply &lt;/a&gt;(I totally recommend them if you ever have any dance needs.) I got nude colored tights and some fun paint splattered ones. I can't wait to wear my stuff to class! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My dance recital party thing was... =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not sure if I mentioned the end of the year dance party/recital was in May. I don't want to make negative comments, but my group's dance and just me in general kind of stank. I'm not going to go on, but I've learned some very important lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not going to be a ballerina for at least another year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since I made the dance team, my parents aren't going to have the money (and time) to take me to ballet, dance, and yoga. I'll just see what happens. As of now the dance team is probably my best bet. Ballet is one of the hardest forms of dance. So by doing this I can get my feet wet before jumping in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty much all of my posts from now on are going to somehow be related to yoga, dance, flexibility or just health/fitness in general. I can't help it...I'm obsessed!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-8859144796082066348?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/8859144796082066348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=8859144796082066348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/8859144796082066348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/8859144796082066348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/07/hibernation.html' title='Hibernation'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-2660537951185510003</id><published>2009-05-04T19:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:05:19.408-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke in the hallway Fire in my mind'/><title type='text'>Leverage</title><content type='html'>My life is so lame, I'm about to explain to you the most pecular/interesting day of my life, it is also the closest I'm ever going to get to illegal drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I do not use the restroom in 3rd period, but I really had to go. I walk out into the hallway and something smells like it is burning. My first thought was "cigarettes" but I didn't figure anyone would be dumb enough to smoke cigarettes at school. Apparrently they aren't. I get back to class and I told my teacher. She walked out into the hallway and smelt it. Then she called the front office or school police officer. Of course a few kids in my class had to stick their head out the door and smell it. Most of them were like, "Umm cigarettes don't smell like that, it's pot." My teacher didn't directly state that it was pot, but she didn't deny that it was. It was crazy! I don't think I'll ever look at a bathroom the same way again. I couldn't believe it! I told my parents and they had like a zero reaction to it!&lt;br /&gt;Now I can tell other parents that they should send children to our school because kids smoke pot in the bathrooms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-2660537951185510003?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/2660537951185510003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=2660537951185510003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2660537951185510003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2660537951185510003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/05/leverage.html' title='Leverage'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-3773909951115930950</id><published>2009-05-03T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:37:18.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Principal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='administration'/><title type='text'>Really Slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just wish it could be next year already. I want to go to high school. The program I'm going to be taking (IB) looks challenging and I want to be challenged. I'm also sick of my schools administration. There are 3 reasons right now &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tacky Day (See tacky day post) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buses (I'll explain)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Field Day (I'll explain) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well apparently my bus driver decided to take Friday off. So Friday morning we had a different bus and a different driver. That bus driver told us we would be riding a certain bus number that leaves earlier than our regular bus does. So everyone wrote the bus number down and made sure their younger siblings were aware of the change. We get out there just like the lady said, and what do you know apparently our bus is coming so we have to wait for about 15 minutes in the nice hot 90 degree sun. While we our waiting our principle comes over and starts yelling at us because, we "know" that we aren't supposed to be on that side of the bus loading zone. The side we were on is for little kids. Our bus is not late everyday we do not "know" which side we are supposed to be on. A bus finally came and brought us home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Field Day. I'm not sure if I said this before, but the next three days I was supposed to help with the elementary kids' field day. I was pretty happy about it because I was missing 1,2, and 3 period. I wasn't too worried either, I'm doing great in all of those classes and they are non-essentials (Reading, Language Arts and Band). I was really excited about it, but you know my dragon lady principal if anyone is going to have fun she has to squash it. She didn't even tell us to our faces. She told the teacher who told us. The P.E. coach was pretty unhappy about it too! She really needed us to help, the teachers don't help and they don't have enough extra staff to help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So all in all school is hell and I can't wait to leave. You gotta' know it's bad when 'good kids' start saying stuff like this. The dance is on Friday, if they do anything to mess with that, I've had it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a happier note, we got our Standardized writing scores back, and guess what? I got a perfect score! I'm so excited. My school takes all the students who get perfect scores to this expensive restaurant. I've never been there before, and I can't wait. I really worked hard on writing that paper. I was confident I got a six (perfect score) when I completed it. I'm glad I at least have that extra boost. I can't wait for the rest of our scores to come back (for Math, Science, and Reading). I know I did well and I hope it shows in my scores. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-3773909951115930950?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/3773909951115930950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=3773909951115930950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3773909951115930950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3773909951115930950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/05/really-slow.html' title='Really Slow'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-5243522161355347586</id><published>2009-04-23T17:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:26:42.441-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Principal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tacky day'/><title type='text'>Tacky Day, Ugghh</title><content type='html'>Well I officially 100% hate my principal (I know I usually say dislike with atomic intensity, but she is the one thing/person/evil troll in this world that I truly hate.). This week was spirit week at my school. So on different days there were things like Twin Day, Career Day, etc. On each day some teachers judge who is dressed the best (there are 1st 2nd and 3rd prizes). The 1st place usually gets $20 or some gift card. Tuesday was Tacky day. They posted a notice and told everyone the week before that "Plaid shorts and mismatched clothing is allowed." Normally we aren't allowed to wear plaid shorts, so that is what I and the rest of the school (teachers included.) assumed by this message. Well I went full out tacky. I had a neon green wig, uni brow, mustache, wacky make-up, and most importantly insanely layered clothing. I walked to class and people laughed at me and stared because I really looked stupid. It was awesome though. Everyone told me I was going to win for sure; I looked insane! So after the morning announcements me and the rest of the tacky dressed people in my school went into the media center (library) to get judged. I got there a couple of minutes before the other kids (my classroom is closer to the media center). People from the yearbook were taking our pictures, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew I was going to win. The smell of victory was cruelly snatched from my mouth as soon as the Principal walked in. She was screaming say that we were all out of dress code. I wasn't worried. In previous years you could wear clothing over top of a polo (collared) shirt and jeans or other suitable pants. Then she goes to each person and starts yelling at them saying they were supposed to layer their clothing, and they can't wear ties on their head. At that moment my heart literally fell from my body and to the other side of the world. It didn't really sink in. It is what I imagine cows feel like before they are about to be slaughtered. I was waiting for her to come and yell at me. She did. She started pointing out various things that I supposedly "knew were unacceptable". She said that we weren't allowed to layer clothing and she sent some magical memo to everyone telling them this. I went to the deans office and changed my clothing and went back to class. I'm surprised I didn't cry in class. I was so close to tears. I know what you must think, "It was only a stupid contest get over it." Well it wasn't to me. I seriously was looking forward to this all year (I know I'm a bit of a drama queen, but I'm not exaggerating.) I started planning from the beginning of school. I was determined to win this year. I've done it the past two years unsuccessfully. Well anyway, I got back to class and the teacher stopped the lesson and said something along these lines; "You really should have won. We all know you won. It was really unfair what they did." Then my classmates responded with choruses of "Yeah" and different variations of that. I was so mad the whole day, I still have not gotten over what happened and I don't think I ever will. Every single teacher on that campus was on my side, as well as the other students who were "out of dress code". I don't know why the Principal thinks she can get away with this. I'm going to send an email to the news station and hopefully word will get out about what an awful Principal she is. I have to look at her face at honor roll too. I don't want to shake her hand. How can she smile and pretend like everything is cool when it's not. She ruined my day/week, and I want an apology (No actually what I really want is for her to be fired, because I'm not going to accept her apology. I know it is harsh, but she isn't a good principal, and this incident just blew it over the top.) There was absolutely no reason for her to yell at me. I'm the reason why this school has received "A" rating the past couple of years. Without students, like me, who get high scores on standardized tests, this school would be crap. It isn't like I openly disobeyed dress code. She did not send anyone this magical memo about layered clothing not being allowed. My dad says she is probably under a lot of stress from the Superintendent, because of the recession. I really do not care what her problems are. She can get a therapist, she does not need to take it out on students. I really do love the rest of the staff at my school. I'm glad the dean(s) didn't yell at me (I probably would have cried) and they were all really nice. It is unfortunate people like her live in this world. There is no room for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-5243522161355347586?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/5243522161355347586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=5243522161355347586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5243522161355347586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5243522161355347586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/04/tacky-day-ugghh.html' title='Tacky Day, Ugghh'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-5901705818091036758</id><published>2009-04-19T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:05:45.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>When you're right, you're right</title><content type='html'>The week off of school has been Amaazzing! No beach side chilling or fruit smoothies (although I really wouldn't mind a fruit smoothie). Mostly stuff I like to do, go on the computer, watch ANTM (America's Next Top Model), catch up on school work, and fall in love with...dance! Seriously I can not get enough of ballet! I don't take ballet classes, but recently I've discovered that I'm in love with it. Mostly just the athleticism and flexibility of the girls/guys who are dancers. Anyone who can physically stick their head up their butt is pretty cool in my book! I do take a hip-hop/jazz fusion class every Saturday for an hour, but that is mostly recreational (See I can still use big words, I didn't lose all my brain cells over Spring Break!). Since I'm going to be starting High School next year I'm thinking about taking 3 ballet classes a week as well. There are cost issues involved, but I think I can convince my parents that their money would be well spent. If that doesn't work then I'm just going to have to wait until I can get my own job to pay for the classes. I feel like being away from school is the best thing that could have happened to me. I really need a break from my classmates, I love these people but too much of a good thing is bad. I feel like everything is working in my favor for now. My acne is clearing up! That is the most exciting thing. &lt;br /&gt;My obsessions are short lived and are often replaced by newer things. I just want you to know that I still do often think about most of my obsessions. Homeschooling- My parents were too stubborn so I had to let it go or be pissed off at them every day. Adonis- Yeah he is okay, but I could really care less about him. Clear Skin- Everyone wants it, but sometimes you need time. See that is only 3 obsessions (now 4) in the course of less than a year. I think it is genetic, my dad seems to have obsessions that then fall by the wayside.&lt;br /&gt;We are having an end of the year party thing at my Saturday class and we are performing a piece done to Madonna + Justin Timberlake's song, 4 minutes. We just got the costumes yesterday and they are sweet. I'm not going to describe them, because let's face it we all know I stink at that. One piece was too small so she is ordering me 1 size larger. Once I get that piece I will take a picture of it and post it here. It is so awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-5901705818091036758?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/5901705818091036758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=5901705818091036758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5901705818091036758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5901705818091036758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-youre-right-youre-right.html' title='When you&apos;re right, you&apos;re right'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-2677230203935261889</id><published>2009-04-14T11:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:06:34.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash Crate'/><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>I'm getting really frustrated right now. I really want to earn money by doing surveys and that kind of thing, but you have to be 18 or older to complete most of the offers. I have been able to earn $0.90 on (&lt;a href="http://cashcrate.com/1250475"&gt;http://cashcrate.com/1250475&lt;/a&gt;), but the only thing you can buy with that is some gum. I think it would be a great way for my mom to earn money, but she isn't computer savvy and wouldn't be able to do it. It is called a GPT (Get Paid To). Basically advertisers pay the sites to promote their surveys. Then people fill out the surveys or trial offers and you get a portion of the money the site gets. I might not have explained it well, you can google GPT and find out more info. The site I'm using (&lt;a href="http://cashcrate.com/1250475"&gt;http://cashcrate.com/1250475&lt;/a&gt;) has a really good reputation. Some sites don't pay you your money, but this one does. It is basically the only one I can join too, because the other ones only allow members 18 or older. Darn, well only 4 more years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-2677230203935261889?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/2677230203935261889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=2677230203935261889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2677230203935261889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2677230203935261889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/04/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-5565174634273700093</id><published>2009-04-10T20:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:59:26.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Possiblities.</title><content type='html'>I think I might have found a possible career option. Choreographer (even though I can't spell it!). I love making up different dances and I think I'm pretty good at it (Of course I think I'm good at everything...Just Kidding, I'm not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conceited&lt;/span&gt;!) I made up a dance to the song &lt;em&gt;Move, Shake Drop. &lt;/em&gt;It isn't that great right now, but I've got time to perfect it! Not much really going on. I can't wait for spring break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-5565174634273700093?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/5565174634273700093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=5565174634273700093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5565174634273700093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5565174634273700093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/04/possiblities.html' title='Possiblities.'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-4307152705815212454</id><published>2009-04-04T19:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:17:14.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ULTA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Decay'/><title type='text'>$90 and nothing to show.</title><content type='html'>Well I went to ULTA and I bought $90 worth of Urban Decay goodies (for those of you who don't know, Urban Decay is a make-up company. They don't test on animals and have a lot of vegan products.). I feel kind of empty though. I wanted to spend money and I did, but I have buyers remorse and not for the reasons you think. $90 is a lot of money for a 14 year old to spend in one place. I think I just like to surround myself with money. I like to know that I could walk into a store and buy whatever I want. I never do buy anything, and the reason is because I don't want to part with my precious money. It is really annoying me. I mean what good is money going to do if you don't buy stuff! Sometimes the biggest battles you fight are against yourself, and it is weird because sometimes you lose and sometimes you win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-4307152705815212454?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/4307152705815212454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=4307152705815212454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4307152705815212454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4307152705815212454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/04/90-and-nothing-to-show.html' title='$90 and nothing to show.'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-6253321892768461250</id><published>2009-04-03T20:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:12:34.319-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Where is my Instruction manual?</title><content type='html'>Don't you ever wish life came with an instruction manual? Everything already lined up for you and all you have to do is follow the directions. This could possibly be a problem for people like me who never follow directions (Maybe, that is why my cookies always taste a tiny bit dry!). Still I would like to have some sort of guidelines. Your parents are supposed to teach you how and you have to actually do it. Like with choosing a career, school, or even day to day things like clothes. Sometimes it would just be easier to let someone else make all the decisions, then if it goes bad at least you can blame someone else. I'm just a bit lost and I think my posts are showing that, I will find whatever I'm looking for, but I don't see it in the immediate future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-6253321892768461250?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/6253321892768461250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=6253321892768461250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6253321892768461250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6253321892768461250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-is-my-instruction-manual.html' title='Where is my Instruction manual?'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-5287167319569049908</id><published>2009-04-02T16:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:24:28.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career Planning'/><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>I always get into moods where I feel like I have no talent. (It is true, but none the less not nice to say to myself or anyone else.) We had to take a career interest profiler thing at school. I have never been a fan of those. I think they aren't accurate. I take the test and you'd figure it would be easy; just answer questions about your self. Well of course I over analyze it and it does not work out. They ask questions like "Would you like to lay brick or tile?". Then I think, well I'm I going to have to do the math involved in that? Would I only have to do it once? Would I be doing  it by myself? One million questions start popping up. I eventually click dislike, and a similar situation happens for the next 130 questions. I get the results and I'm thinking to myself, 'What the heck, am I on crack?!? That is not me at all!' One of the results was Clergy. I was like are you crazy I don't even have religion. So as you can see this stuff is clearly not 100% great. I have to do 2 assignments based on it though so I ended up picking to research the reporter/journalism career path. I took the test twice (I figure it would be more accurate if I took it a second time.) and I got reporter/journalist both times so I think it would be an interesting career to research and possibly do one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-5287167319569049908?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/5287167319569049908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=5287167319569049908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5287167319569049908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5287167319569049908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/04/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-5334234015779638274</id><published>2009-03-30T18:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:45:28.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one million dollars'/><title type='text'>Moola $$</title><content type='html'>I have just been having this urge to go and spend money. I want to shop shop shop. Most people "need" more money. Some people seriously are dirt poor, others just want lots of stuff (I fall into the second category). Some people are parents and want to give their kids stuff, and others *ahem* Bill Gates *ahem* have so much money they wipe their butts with $50! So if I had one million dollars to spend  this is what I would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would put 3oo,ooo in a high interest savings account. I would put 100,000 in each account though, because that is the only amount that you get back if the bank goes under/is robbed. I would not donate charities I think that is just so annoying. Rich people feel good about themselves if they donate to charity. I think that is the lazy way of doing things. I would want to travel around the world and help people in other countries. I'm just so over everyone here. Of course I would try to set up an animal rights organization. PETA is just a little bit extremist for me and a lot of other people. I wouldn't really care about helping people as much as animals, because the simple truth is people often get on my nerves (classmates, my brother, random people who think they're cool but they're not, etc.). I would not change much about my lifestyle. I would probably hire a private tutor instead of going to school. I would travel more. I would probably wear the same clothes. I don't need a 10,000 dollar dress (and seriously who else does?).  I would also probably help my parents pay for their stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is really all I can think of right now. What would you do with $1,000,000?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-5334234015779638274?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/5334234015779638274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=5334234015779638274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5334234015779638274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5334234015779638274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/moola.html' title='Moola $$'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-5512951909408219961</id><published>2009-03-26T20:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:21:53.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rocket day'/><title type='text'>Rocket Woman</title><content type='html'>Well tommorrow is my school's rocket day thing. It is going to awesome, because I get to miss all of my classes. My birthday is on Saturday so that should be fun, but right now I have to do my homework and all that fun stuff, so I'll give you a "real" post on the weekend sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot a question last post so I'll give you and extra spicy one this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a question a good question? (this was asked in my reading class earlier today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my answer on my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-5512951909408219961?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/5512951909408219961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=5512951909408219961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5512951909408219961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5512951909408219961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/rocket-woman.html' title='Rocket Woman'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-264134555985913456</id><published>2009-03-25T08:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:18:32.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olive Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheese'/><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my mom's Birthday, so we went out to eat at Olive Garden. It was delicious. I really wish that restaurants would list allergens in their food. I do not have food allergies, but I am a vegan so I don't eat cheese and it is very tricky to try and order stuff without cheese. I feel really bad for anyone with any sort of food allergies/intolerance's. It must be hard for them to go to restaurants and have to pick something that won't cause them discomfort. I will not die if I eat cheese (Of course on the inside I probably will, but that doesn't count). People who have deathly allergic reactions are probably going to have some issues with going to an Italian restaurant (Do you want cheese on your 5 cheese lasagna? I mean they must order a ton of cheese at Olive garden.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-264134555985913456?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/264134555985913456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=264134555985913456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/264134555985913456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/264134555985913456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-5585538305019233123</id><published>2009-03-23T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:10:12.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upton Sinclair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jungle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plinky'/><title type='text'>Plinking it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j274/KittyKatGirl06/n150237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j274/KittyKatGirl06/n150237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I've decided that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Plinky&lt;/span&gt; is the way to go (I know you'd think I was selling their site or something), but seriously no one cares about that cute thing your dog did or what you had for breakfast so I should blog about something interesting. Today's topic is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name a book that changed your mind or opened your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see by the picture, the book that has opened my eyes is &lt;em&gt;The Jungle &lt;/em&gt;by Upton Sinclair. I don't think I will ever forget this book. He paints a vivid picture of what meat factories looked like in the early 1900's (and what they probably look like today). It is really sad, you follow a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lithuanian man as he sturggles in America. Everything around him falls apart. He then runs off to the country and becomes happy and healthy. For some odd reason he returns to Chicago and then you see the political side of things. I thought it was so interesting, the only only thing I didn't like was the last 10 or so pages where it was all about socialism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-5585538305019233123?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/5585538305019233123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=5585538305019233123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5585538305019233123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5585538305019233123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/plinking-it-again.html' title='Plinking it again'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-1288588114106389507</id><published>2009-03-22T20:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:32:30.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plinky Keyboard'/><title type='text'>Phhf</title><content type='html'>I'm just kind of uninspired. Weekends tend to do that to me (weekdays tend to do that to me too!). I think I'm just tired. Aw well the show must go on . I've been amazing myself with my keyboarding skills. I can play most Grade 1 pieces with some work (For those of you who don't know Grade 1's are basically the easiest piano pieces. The only easier level is the primer level). That is a progression! If I can ever figure out how to work the stupid connector cord I will put some of my playing on here. So since I'm feeling uninspired I'm going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plink&lt;/span&gt; it. I'm using a website called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Plinky&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Plinky&lt;/span&gt;[dot]com). They have interesting prompts to help you get over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blogger's&lt;/span&gt; block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been invited on a talk show to explain your job to the hosts. What would you say you do on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do realize I do not have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; title, but I do play an important role as a student of my school. I may not get paid in money, but I do get paid in smiles. For those of you who don't know smiles are the currency on Mars the planet where I currently wish I residing. I'll explain to you what I do. I ride a bus to my job, this allows me time to work on projects I haven't quite finished (a.k.a homework). Once I'm at school I'm herded like a sheep to my classroom. I'm then locked in there for 45 minutes. There are special occasions when I get to go run errands for my teacher. Next I move on to another room. This is my favorite part of the job. Band Class! I basically get to have fun and not worry about getting a good grade. If you can't pass my band class, you seriously are not doing well at all. The next two classes are a blur. Then I get to my second favorite part of the day...my lunch break. I get to enjoy my lunch break in the company of my 5 buddies, 200 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;obnoxious&lt;/span&gt; kids, and 2-5 adults who feel it is their duty to dehumanize you by making you ask permission to do basic things such as go to the bathroom or get a fork. The rest of the day pretty much is slow painful torture. Especially if I'm tired. It isn't difficult work, and that is what is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt;. I could be watching T.V. and learn more than I do at my job, but hey we've all got to make a living some how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now here is today's question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you itch or scratch yourself when you are itchy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scratch myself. You can scratch an itch, and itch a scratch. Don't try and reverse them. (Itching itches and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;scratching&lt;/span&gt; scratches sounds and possibly looks painful.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-1288588114106389507?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/1288588114106389507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=1288588114106389507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1288588114106389507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1288588114106389507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/phhf.html' title='Phhf'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-2140447927356491046</id><published>2009-03-20T22:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:24:42.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freaky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>The Freaky thing is</title><content type='html'>Okay well a few days ago I posed the Question, 'Would you rather by deaf or blind and why?' Well wouldn't you know it, we got into that very same discussion in reading class on that same day (I did not start that discussion just so I would have something to blog about.) Leave it to my reading teacher to make it into some big deeper meaning biblical stuff. I can't remember exactly what she said so I'll give you my version of what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"blah blah The bible says something about eyes lead you not to trust and your ears lead you to trust blah blah Judging things by how they look blah blah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought that I would share that with you. My Birthday is coming up soon. I'm having a yoga party and it is going to be sweet. Speaking of sweet, My cake is going to be a yellow cake with Vanilla frosting. You omnivores are probably like, "Okay big deal, it is just cake." While you may eat cake often (or not) I get very limited amounts of cake so please deal with my excitement. I didn't realize you can order Vegan cake and frosting mixes. They have everything online. I was just wondering, 'Why can't Wal-Mart carry this stuff?' Then I realized they wouldn't be the greedy corporates that everyone hates if they did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here is the Question;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere in the world right now where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;You would stay there for 2 months, be able to speak that language, it would be free and you could have a travel companion if desired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-2140447927356491046?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/2140447927356491046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=2140447927356491046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2140447927356491046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2140447927356491046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/freaky-thing-is.html' title='The Freaky thing is'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-4408741272088206039</id><published>2009-03-17T08:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:12:36.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make me a supermodel'/><title type='text'>Make me a supermodel</title><content type='html'>That is my newest obsession. If you don't know &lt;em&gt;Make Me a Supermodel&lt;/em&gt; is a TV on the Bravo Channel. It has a few of my favorite things all rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty People (C'mon you know you like pretty people too!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gay Guys (They are just so innocent and non-threatning, you can't help but love them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fierce Clothes (The only time I get to see clothing that is expensive is on TV)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amazing Make-up (Seriously wow, that is all I can say.  I think the make-up makes the whole supermodel/fierce/awesome look.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is also sometimes annoying. On the show they get make overs to make them look edgier or whatever. Of course there are always one or two people who cry over getting their hair cut or dyed. It always bugs me. If I were in their position. I would be like, "You can shave it all off you think it would make me look better!" Obviously people who can't do that don't care too much. It is just hair don't cry over it. You know what it grows back too! When it grows back it looks exactly like it did before! (sarcasm of course) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I actually did my homework. I don't know what has come over me. I guess 2 weeks of no homework was enough to make me super bored. At the end of every post from now on I'm going to pose a question. Just one of those&lt;em&gt;  If you were stuck on a deserted Island...&lt;/em&gt; type of things.  So here it is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you had to choose to either be deaf or blind, which one would it be and why? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My answer: deaf, I know I have no musical talents so it would not bother me, but take my colors away and forget about it I would just rather die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-4408741272088206039?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/4408741272088206039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=4408741272088206039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4408741272088206039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4408741272088206039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-me-supermodel.html' title='Make me a supermodel'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-2227802658099018899</id><published>2009-03-15T15:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:54:43.725-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flexibility'/><title type='text'>Stretching</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I brought my friend (we'll call her RC for Rocker Chick) to my dance class. They had this whole bring a friend day thing and overall it was a lot of fun. I have a few things I want to talk about then I'll be moving on to the main topic of today's discussion. This class was a lot longer than I'm used to. The last 30 minutes or so I just wanted to leave. I was starving, and I was tired. We did all the stuff we normally do (stretching, warm-up, technique, and then a dance combination). There were a lot of people and 2 in particular that captured my interest. They were obviously friends (or they knew each other) and they had both obviously done some kind of dance before (You don't exactly do a split on the first day you come). The thing that was weird was they were both extremely large. I'm not talking about morbidly obese, they just had thicker limbs and an overall thicker body. I know it isn't all muscle either because it jiggled and muscle does not jiggle. It kind of threw my off. Everyone has this image or stereotype that dancers are all long and thin. One of them had this possessed look on her face whenever she did the combination or the technique exercises. I found it quite humorous. They were very good though and I enjoyed watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might know one of my 3 things I want are to be a ballerina (or at least have that flexiblity and muscle). I mean who does not want to be able to kick their foot up to their shoulder? I think I have to really step it up. I've been doing flexibilty excercises every morning. I had to stop because I injured my left hamstring, but it is all better now and I'm taking a much slower pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That trip to the dermatologist defintely helped. It hasn't even been a week yet and I'm already seeing improvment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-2227802658099018899?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/2227802658099018899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=2227802658099018899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2227802658099018899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2227802658099018899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/stretching.html' title='Stretching'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-3932471072755865607</id><published>2009-03-12T19:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:09:00.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Instrument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Guinea Pig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unexpected'/><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>Today has been filled with unexpected. They aren't really the good or bad kind, but the ones that are kind of just not what you expected. None of them are/were too spectalcular so I'm not going to go into detail. I just feel like anything could happen at any moment. &lt;br /&gt;Today we played a really awesome piece in band (I play the B flat Clarinet, so the same instrument as squidward for those of you who don't know what that is.) It was this whole loco-motive piece. It sounds so amazing! It is fast and slow, and at some points it sounds like a train leaving the station. I'll try to find a recording so you can hear it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone (When I say everyone I mean all of 3 people) for your comments, especially on acne. I feel less alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've ever talked about my dog max (when all else fails talk about your pets). He is a little princess (even though he is a boy). Here I am trying to type on my laptop, and max comes and shoves my computer off to the side (don't worry it didn't get broken). He always has be right in front of you and consume all of your attention. He is so needy, but he always loves you no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;The 8th grade dance is coming up (well in May, but that is the biggest thing I have to look forward to). I was talking about it to the girl who sits next to me on the bus (some of you may remember her as blonde guinea pig). This is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;Me= M  Her=BGP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M; Yeah some of my friends said they might not go, and I told them that they have to go because I don't want to go by myself.&lt;br /&gt;BGP; Well someone might ask you.&lt;br /&gt;M; Ummm, yeah okay (sarcasm of course) I think I'm too (air quotes) "Opinionated and snobbish"&lt;br /&gt;BGP; No you aren't. If you were I wouldn't hang out with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back and change that I would also add that I'm not "perhaps externally beautiful". Just in case you are wondering, I do not have self-esteem issues. I'm perfectly comfortable with the way I look (well minus the acne of course). I just feel other people may not like me or whatever, but I don't really care. Boys at my age a extremely imature as well and do not look for anything other than a pretty face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-3932471072755865607?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/3932471072755865607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=3932471072755865607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3932471072755865607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3932471072755865607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-7798860405037500437</id><published>2009-03-12T08:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:11:35.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I've got about 2 minutes before I leave for the bus so I'm going to try and give you a short summary of the past couple of days. I've been taking my standardized tests. They are so easy I breezed right through them and finished them in half of the allowed time. I still have to take one on Science next week. That one is going to be the hardest. Other than that it has been the same old thing. Well I don't want to miss the bus... I'll make another full sized post after school. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-7798860405037500437?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/7798860405037500437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=7798860405037500437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7798860405037500437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7798860405037500437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-5035905644814226287</id><published>2009-03-10T18:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:44:57.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WifeSwap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dermatologist'/><title type='text'>Wife Swap</title><content type='html'>I think that would be an interesting show to be on. I would like to see how someone else lived. I also think I'm pretty open-minded so it would be a pretty easy experience (but who doesn't think that they are open-minded?). I just have no idea what kind of family they would pair us up with. I don't really think my family is really psycho. If you've ever watched the show you would get what I'm saying. This one family only ate raw food, and they ate meat. They were like, "Nothing in Nature is bad for you blah blah blah God loves us blah blah." I was like, 'Umm have you heard of poison or salmonella?'&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see yesterday I finally visited a dermatologist. I got this antibiotic thing and some cream stuff. I'm really crossing my fingers this time. Acne just really stinks and I'm over it. I took pictures to send to Murad. I think I should get more than a refund. I wasted time, money and thought processes on that stupid thing. The amount of frustration I had over it not working was un-BE-lievable. I was even starting to question my diet. I think I needed to take a antibiotic or pill or something, because creams can only do so much. Beauty is only skin deep, but apparently my acne isn't. That is just a metaphor of course.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful, on our way to the Doctor's office we got pulled over by the cops. We were late and my mom was speeding a little bit (12 mph!). Thankfully they only gave us a warning. My mom was already ticked-off that she had to take me to the Dermatologist, and I really did not want here to get any angrier.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to yoga tonight. I really am not getting the whole "letting go of competition." That is just not me at all. If I'm not the best I'm a loser and I really have to stop with that kind of an attitude. I'll start trying tonight and I'll tell you how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a marvelous day and don't let the boogies get you down! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-5035905644814226287?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/5035905644814226287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=5035905644814226287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5035905644814226287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5035905644814226287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/wife-swap.html' title='Wife Swap'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-7439702852167985772</id><published>2009-03-08T13:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:52:45.500-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benjamin Franklin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daylight Savings Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac'/><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know the human mind doesn't work on random. Every thought and idea is connected so it is virtually impossible to be "random". Well here is my attempt at it. Daylight savings time stinks. It usually takes me awhile to figure out if we are gaining or losing an hour and then I'm confused for a week because my biological clock is off-set. Darn you Benjamin Franklin! I feel relieved, I finished all my homework. I almost chucked my computer out the window. I hate Microsoft. Bill Gates sure scammed me out of a lot of money, because this system stinks. The next computer I buy will be a mac. PCs just don't cut it. I think this computer probably has another good 3-4 years. It is only two years old now. I should be able to save up for a mac in that amount of time. In case you haven't noticed I've added like 10 new blogs to my following list. I was hoping that if I followed their blog and commented on their blog they would look at my blog and maybe do the same. I'm going to give them a break people are busy, but if none of them have commented within 2 weeks I'm going to be seriously upset. Well I know this post was very negative, but it was a difficult day having my demon brother home all day (he is seriously the most annoying child in the world).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-7439702852167985772?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/7439702852167985772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=7439702852167985772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7439702852167985772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7439702852167985772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-5544394649536062405</id><published>2009-03-06T22:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:50:33.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manifest Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unexpected'/><title type='text'>Manifest Destiny</title><content type='html'>Doesn't that sound like some coolish awesome title that was used way back when. Well it was and it was perfectly fitting for my day. Well I'll start at the beginning. Manifest destiny is a term a Newspaper reporter (in the 1800's) used to define the concept that it is America's destiny to own all the land from sea to shining sea. My take on this is well because "god says" we can kick other people off of their land and claim it as our own it must be okay. I'm not even going to go off on the topic of American land expansion because I had a marvelous day. It started out pretty normal. Rushed out the door, and doing half of my homework on the bus. Then I get to school and I forgot to drop off my band uniform in the band room. We had a concert yesterday in a nearby high school and we had to take our uniforms home. So I dropped it off and I said hi to some other band people. Then as I was walking out the Assistant Principal calls my name. I was in complete shock, I had no idea she knew my name. Usually school officials only know the names of trouble makers and I was just like woow. I even thought she was talking to someone else (there are about 2 other kids at my school with the same first name as me). Anyways apparently at the history fair ceremony- that I missed yesterday-I won $15. I had to miss some more class time (it was reading so like I really care) and go get some papers and fill them out blah, blah. I should be getting the money on Monday. That isn't the end of it. The rest of reading we went to the library so I have 3 books now. Then I went to band. Band is basically going to be free time today and all of next week (we have standardized testing next week so no hard work or homework). Some people listened to recordings of what the judges said about our performance yesterday. Our band director was ticked off, because we should have gotten a little bit of a better rating. We all know the judges didn't want us to get a good score because technically our band director isn't even a director. He is still going to college "learning" to be a band director. I (and pretty much all of the other band kids) think he is as good as or better than any other band director, but our say doesn't matter much. Well then I'm going to the rest of my classes same old same old. Then about half-way through the day some 7th grade band kids come in and there all like, "There is a band rehearsal today, right now." I'm all left in the dust trying to process what this means. I could pretty well guess that I was going to miss math (again not a big loss). Apparently the administration told my band director at his lunch time that he is doing a concert on Monday. I just can't believe that. We usually prepare for a month or more before a concert. Well we get about 3 days. I've got to practice like crazy over the weekend. We are playing 2 really fun songs. We are playing "Born to be Wild" and "Eye of the Tiger". The songs are for the testing pep rally. Before our standardized tests we have these pep rally things. I dislike them with atomic intensity. They mean we get to miss class though and that is all right with me. Nothing really exciting happened the rest of the day, but it was really nice to have all these unexpected surprises. Whether it was my manifest destiny, fate or karma we will really never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-5544394649536062405?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/5544394649536062405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=5544394649536062405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5544394649536062405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5544394649536062405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/manifest-destiny.html' title='Manifest Destiny'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-6254561266988569054</id><published>2009-03-04T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:57:03.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>someday</title><content type='html'>For some people all they have to look forward too is the future. Maybe someday I'll be pretty, maybe someday I won't be so short, maybe someday people will get some common sense. I'm one of those people. Hopefully the future won't disappoint me. When you are young you have the hope and promise of tomorrow. Tomorrow can always be better. When you get older you're all like, "Dang it when will I stop aging." So essentially you are never happy you can never live in the now. I along with many others are concerned with things you just can't control. For example, you can't really help it if you have to breath the same air as ignorant, arrogant, butt faces, but what you can control is your attitude about it. So don't let anybody bring you down, and please (I know some people are annoying and they deserve it) but don't bring any body else down either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-6254561266988569054?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/6254561266988569054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=6254561266988569054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6254561266988569054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6254561266988569054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/someday.html' title='someday'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-7810928187786099969</id><published>2009-03-03T20:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:08:30.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rush'/><title type='text'>Rush.</title><content type='html'>Life is so much like music it is scary. You have the director who is never satisfied no matter how well you do. I guess that would be your boss of some cranky teachers/people. You have the notes which are basically the tasks at hand. What you need to do. Then there are instruments you could think of those as your bodies. So many different kinds shapes and textures, they are also all very hard to get in tune and stay in tune. There are dynamics which make the tasks (notes) ever more so interesting. They add some spice and flavor to an otherwise dull piece. Then there is the subject of today's post the tempo. There are the pieces where there is a definite tempo change and you can anticipate it. Other pieces constantly stay at the same pace, but no matter what you can't help but speeding up or slowing down at certain parts. It is a bit frustrating when you are going along and then you are like, "What's going on? Why is everyone going so fast?" So you try and slow down, but you just make the whole band sound awful. I feel like that is happening to me sometimes. No one just sits and plays board games, or walks outside because they have nothing better to do than enjoy the crisp air. We are basically like the animals raised for meat except we consciously (or more like sub-consciously) inflict this on ourselves. We push and push and push to squeeze all the work and effort out of one item, person, device that it just isn't worth it. For example, okay sure you could have the job from 9-5 get home and rush rush rush, take joey to soccer kevin to football and jenny to dance. Get home, clean and go to sleep. All the while move, move, move. What kind of quality of life is that? I feel like I've been brainwashed. You need to do good in school, go to college, get a good job, and then make money, retire at 60 and start living then. Yeah like I'm really going to want to travel the world when I'm old an ugly (no offense to any seniors out there, some people age quite nicely. I could be one of them but I have a feeling my skin will yet again betray me.) I am just so unsure about things. I'm teetering on the edge of childhood and the rest of my life (I just make this all sound so dramatic, don't I?). I'm only 13 years old and I'm worried about a career. This is nonsense and I better get some sleep. I'll talk to you later. Until then digest my words, hopefully they won't give you gas (but that would only be because they are high in fiber).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-7810928187786099969?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/7810928187786099969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=7810928187786099969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7810928187786099969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7810928187786099969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/rush.html' title='Rush.'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-6083490165221290153</id><published>2009-03-02T21:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:18:25.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Where is the love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm feeling lazy today so I want you to watch this music video. It is so inspiring. If you can try and watch the good one on youtube.com I couldn't embed that one because universal music group disabled it so pooh to them. There are also some other good videos that people made themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdy8nFT193Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdy8nFT193Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the lyrics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with the world, mama&lt;br /&gt;People livin' like they ain't got no mamas&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole world addicted to the drama&lt;br /&gt;Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma&lt;br /&gt;Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism&lt;br /&gt;But we still got terrorists here livin'&lt;br /&gt;In the USA, the big CIA&lt;br /&gt;The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK&lt;br /&gt;But if you only have love for your own race&lt;br /&gt;Then you only leave space to discriminate&lt;br /&gt;And to discriminate only generates hate&lt;br /&gt;And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Madness is what you demonstrate&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly how anger works and operates&lt;br /&gt;Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight&lt;br /&gt;Take control of your mind and meditate&lt;br /&gt;Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People killin', people dyin'&lt;br /&gt;Children hurt and you hear them cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Can you practice what you preach&lt;br /&gt;And would you turn the other cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, Father, Father help us&lt;br /&gt;Send some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;'Cause people got me, got me questionin'&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love&lt;br /&gt;The love, the love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just ain't the same, always unchanged&lt;br /&gt;New days are strange, is the world insane&lt;br /&gt;If love and peace is so strong&lt;br /&gt;Why are there pieces of love that don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Nations droppin' bombs&lt;br /&gt;Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones&lt;br /&gt;With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young&lt;br /&gt;So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone&lt;br /&gt;So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong&lt;br /&gt;In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends&lt;br /&gt;Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother&lt;br /&gt;A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover&lt;br /&gt;The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug&lt;br /&gt;If you never know truth then you never know love&lt;br /&gt;Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;Where's the love, y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People killin', people dyin'&lt;br /&gt;Children hurt and you hear them cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Can you practice what you preach&lt;br /&gt;And would you turn the other cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, Father, Father help us&lt;br /&gt;Send some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;'Cause people got me, got me questionin'&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love, the love, the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder&lt;br /&gt;Most of us only care about money makin'&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;Wrong information always shown by the media&lt;br /&gt;Negative images is the main criteria&lt;br /&gt;Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria&lt;br /&gt;Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema&lt;br /&gt;Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the fairness in equality&lt;br /&gt;Instead of spreading love we're spreading animosity&lt;br /&gt;Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down&lt;br /&gt;There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found&lt;br /&gt;Now ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, Father, Father help us&lt;br /&gt;Send some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;'Cause people got me, got me questionin'&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing wit me y'all:&lt;br /&gt;One world, one world (We only got)&lt;br /&gt;One world, one world (That's all we got)&lt;br /&gt;One world, one world&lt;br /&gt;And something's wrong wit it (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong wit it (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong wit the wo-wo-world, yeah&lt;br /&gt;We only got&lt;br /&gt;(One world, one world)&lt;br /&gt;That's all we got&lt;br /&gt;(One world, one world)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-6083490165221290153?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/6083490165221290153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=6083490165221290153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6083490165221290153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6083490165221290153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love?'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-4690865901138781404</id><published>2009-02-24T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:41:42.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adonis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law of Attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PETA contest'/><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>Two simple words yet they fail me when I need them most. Example, today on the bus the universe granted one of my wishes. Many of you know Adonis well today something happend that goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me *walking off the bus*&lt;br /&gt;AD: Oh (insert my name here, of course he said my real name, but I"m not posting that) I forget to tell you... you look nice today. I was going to tell you this morning...(trails off)&lt;br /&gt;Me *Give thumbs up sign and smiles sarcastic like*&lt;br /&gt;AD: *Gives thumbs up back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know why am I such a dofus? I couldn't even mutter something simple like thank you. I think it is because I'm shy, but we all know that I'm just making excuses so I feel better about my self. I hope to the universe he didn't doesn't won't care that I'm such a jerk. Of course I don't like him any more (that doesn't mean he isn't good looking, but I've come to realize he is just as immature as everyone else). I think this whole thing is like the typical - I love you, thank you drama (If you don't know what I'm talking about it means you have a life and don't watch 9 million hours of TV, and if you do don't feel bad we're all losers at some point in our lives). I think I just have an overall compliment getting problem. I always feel people aren't being geinuine when they give me compliments. Especially if it is someone I don't know well, but that stinks because it is all the more important to be respectful to people you don't know. Anyways I'm sure he doesn't care and he isn't getting all over analitical. There is a really great contest from PETA if you're interested: &lt;a href="http://blog.peta.org/archives/2009/02/win_it_wednesda.php"&gt;http://blog.peta.org/archives/2009/02/win_it_wednesda.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-4690865901138781404?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/4690865901138781404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=4690865901138781404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4690865901138781404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4690865901138781404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-4201735362900660116</id><published>2009-02-12T19:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:35:51.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law of Attraction'/><title type='text'>Everything is not going to be alright.</title><content type='html'>I'm one of those very annoying people who say, "Every thing will be alright" or "It will all work out." It usually does work out for me so I really don't know what to say. I'm usually extremely optimistic, but when triggered I can just roll out the sarcasm (not that I don't do that anyways). I usually tell myself, "Once you believe something is possible, then it is." It is all the power of positive thinking. I really think people could use that now. Eventually you do get what you need. You just really have to believe. If you want to hear about hardships read Upton Sinclair's The Jungle. This guy loses everything. It is a fictional story based off of true events (so Historical Ficition). My thoughts are all jumbled up today, so of course my righting isn't that great. Well that is all I have to say =) use the power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-4201735362900660116?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/4201735362900660116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=4201735362900660116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4201735362900660116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4201735362900660116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-is-not-going-to-be-alright.html' title='Everything is not going to be alright.'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-1558732631969362408</id><published>2009-02-09T19:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:16:20.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a big baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law of Attraction'/><title type='text'>I'm mad at you, no I'm mad at me</title><content type='html'>I do this thing were I get severly pissed off, and have these conversations in my head. Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me=Me S=Subconcious (or consicous I have no clue but that little voice that is always right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why does the universe dislike me with atomic intensity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Maybe it isn't the universe. Why do you dislike yourself with atomic intensity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't *mutter* *mutter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why am I so untalented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Quit wanting things you don't have? *under breath* Spoiled Brat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why would I want them if I could have them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: You have plenty of talents, but not the rare kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh thanks *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the exact reasons why I believe no one should pay for therapy. Be your own therapist and save yourself a small fortune. I'm banning myself from TV I believe it is making me depressed (I'm serious). I always know that the movie about the person who got what they really wanted is fake and it only happens in movies, but I always have some glimmer of hope that it could happen to me. Or I could be the person who got everything they wanted blah blah. If I did get what I wanted I would just want more and more and there would be no end so I'm limiting the things I want to these 3 on the list right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clear Skin (I can't tell you how many years I've wanted this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To do Ballet and do it well. (I don't know why I desire this so but I do and I thorughly believe you should follow your passions)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To have someone outside my family tell me I look pretty. (I know so vain, but ugly people need to hear this more than the people who get told 1 million and 1 times a day. I guess it is something pretty sad to want, but I really just never feel like anyone likes me.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So those are my three. I think 3 is a good number. Okay now more complaints, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been realizing over the past week that no one really likes me that much. I mean sure I have friends, but I always have a feeling that if I were gone no one would miss me. (I'm not talking about suicide, ewww I would never ever do that.) You know how you have friends but no best friends. Like when you have to choose partners you are the one who is always left in the dust. That girl is always me. I'm always stuck with someone I didn't want to work with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-1558732631969362408?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/1558732631969362408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=1558732631969362408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1558732631969362408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1558732631969362408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-mad-at-you-no-im-mad-at-me.html' title='I&apos;m mad at you, no I&apos;m mad at me'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-6616147844008939138</id><published>2009-02-08T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:17:41.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acne'/><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>As you know I've been battling my acne (just imagine a 13 year old girl with cleanser in hand with a fierce expression). Well every where I go I see, "Oh acne is caused because of diet." This makes sense to me 100%. You are what you eat, but I eat no dairy products (have been known to cause acne). I also rarely eat fried or fatty foods. I think it is because I'm just not being patient. If I could have one thing in the whole world that would be it and it stinks because this is the thing I'm working the hardest and it's the one thing I have no control over. There is no "A" for effort in real life. Speaking of real life I hate how adults are always like, "Just wait until you get into the &lt;strong&gt;real &lt;/strong&gt;world." Well then what the heck is this? Am I just practicing living or something. Is this life a lie? I don't get it. Yeah I know it sucks to be you Bills, Kids, Debt, Morgage, blah. I'm tired of hearing it. I will make a pact I should quit complaining about my life because it is so unimaginably boring and annoying to hear people complain. I good thing I didn't start this pact when I started my blog or I would have nothing to blog about. I think there is no point in complaining about something unless you are going to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize about my acne rant, I know I will eventually have clear skin but I hate waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-6616147844008939138?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/6616147844008939138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=6616147844008939138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6616147844008939138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6616147844008939138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/02/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-8628504857917346682</id><published>2009-02-07T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:25:05.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keyboard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii Fit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosetta Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flexibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 days Vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal list'/><title type='text'>All revved up and no one to punch...</title><content type='html'>Well I've been watching videos on YouTube, and as usual I find ignorant people (this isn't too hard as there are a lot of them). I'm getting kind of tired right now so I'm not going to go on about why everyone should be a vegan blah blah blah the usual crap. Wait...no I have to do that otherwise I would have nothing to talk about. Instead of being all mean I'm going to talk about my newest greatest passion. I want to be a ballerina. I think over the summer I'll take 1-2 online courses instead of 3-5 and instead of those other courses I'll learn 7 years worth of ballet. First I'll need to work on my straddle and side splits (by work on I mean actually get down to the floor). Next I'll have to work on exercising every part of my body. I'm going to do yoga every day (or 6 days a week) over the summer and spend an hour every day learning ballet terms, another hour doing stretches, and if I can find some ballet teaching videos I'll practice a few ballet moves in my house. Then hopefully I'll be able to keep some of this up for next year and then take ballet classes in 2010. I have not clue how well this is going to work out, but I'm going to give it my best. I can do anything I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my murad stuff is working great. My skin isn't 100% clear, but I think perhaps I was using the stuff wrong (I don't know how I screw up something that simple but, like I said people are dumb.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Wii Fit! I got one last week so you aren't missing out on anything. I think it is great and I might use it for my ballet boot camp. I don't like the yoga at all. I don't feel the same as if I actually went to a yoga class and the instructor is really annoying. I do like pretty much everything else. The games are pretty fun. I'm not really into aerobics so of course I would like that so much, but it was still pretty good. Overall I think I'd give it a 8 or a 9 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard, well I think I have great musical talents. The reason I think this is because everyone in my band class can't remember fingering or scales or anything that requires brainpower. I was just kidding about the musical talents thing because I can't tell pitch any better than a tone deaf person. I have learned basic things like Jingle bells and such, and I'm working on the more complicated stuff. My keyboard was really always meant to be fun so I'm not real hard core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish. As you may or may not know I'm trying my hardest to learn the Spanish tongue. I've enrolled in an online course to learn Spanish and it actually counts as a grade so I'm staying motivated. I do use busuu.com, livemocha.com, and Rosetta Stone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all I have to say for now my other blog 365 days vegan I think I'm just going to delete it because I can't keep up with that. Besides I don't think anyone is &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;interested in what I eat anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-8628504857917346682?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/8628504857917346682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=8628504857917346682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/8628504857917346682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/8628504857917346682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-revved-up-and-no-one-to-punch.html' title='All revved up and no one to punch...'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-4605996948779044979</id><published>2009-01-23T17:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:02:47.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consumer Reports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird Poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 days Vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flexibility'/><title type='text'>Dream Job</title><content type='html'>Just recently it dawned on me... I would love to work for Consumer Reports. Think about it, you get to test products and tell other people about them. You would get to try the newest coolest gadgets (all about the gadgets!). They also do tests on food and other stuff sometimes, but it is mostly electronics.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to dance tomorrow. I'm getting so flexible I can't believe it! By the time 2010 comes around I should be able to do the splits. I think the yoga has helped the most. I do yoga at least once a week and usually twice (or more depending on school).&lt;br /&gt;My other blog 365 days Vegan, is a complete trainwreck. I've been making posts every day (I've only missed 2 so far), but I don't publish the posts because I don't have pictures up. So I'm on the 6th of January and I think that is something I'm going to do this long weekend (Monday is a teacher workday).&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting that happened to me...a bird pooped on my dad and me. My dad said that was the third time a bird had pooped on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-4605996948779044979?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/4605996948779044979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=4605996948779044979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4605996948779044979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4605996948779044979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-job.html' title='Dream Job'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-7940080604008128988</id><published>2009-01-15T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:46:16.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Guinea Pig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chickens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Pretties&quot;'/><title type='text'>Fed up</title><content type='html'>Today I showed a girl on my bus a comic I received (I asked for it of course) from Peta explaining in a comic book form the life of a chicken. She didn't care at all. She even said, "Well people have to eat animals to live." If murder wasn't a crime... I can think of a million witty retorts now, but all I could say at the time was:&lt;br /&gt;*look of shock, horror, disbelief*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well how do you think I live then?&lt;br /&gt;Her(well call her blonde buddy): Well you excluded, I'm talking about other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were not the exact words but it is the closest approximation I have. Now I understand what other vegans are talking about when they say, "It isn't the food part that's hard it's dealing with all the ***holes." I completely agree with them now. I'm not calling my friend that word (well she isn't even my friend, but I sit with her on the bus and we used to be friends in 6th grade so silence is awkward). We are completely different and bump a lot. She isn't nearly as opinonated as me, and if I want to see how a regular person would react to something I test it on her (so you could call her my guinea pig). I can't test this stuff on my friends, because let's face it they aren't normal. The one thing we do have in common is acne (I know how awful!) but my should be gone soon so we won't have that in common either (we both don't like the "pretty" preps too, me because they are annoying, snotty, narrcassitic, and always have to be the center of attention. Blonde guinea pig, because they get all the male attetion. I also dislike the "pretties" because of that reason, but not so much because all the guys are immature so they can have them.) I'm going to cut this post off before I start ranting off on differences and brains and junk like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-7940080604008128988?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/7940080604008128988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=7940080604008128988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7940080604008128988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7940080604008128988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/01/fed-up.html' title='Fed up'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-2990589699230040047</id><published>2009-01-11T17:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:17:07.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair-cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history fair'/><title type='text'>Hair Cut and other Junk</title><content type='html'>Well on Thursday I got my hair cut it is super super short (I almost look like a boy, thank goodness I'm petite). I also finished my history fair project thank goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-2990589699230040047?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/2990589699230040047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=2990589699230040047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2990589699230040047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2990589699230040047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/01/hair-cut-and-other-junk.html' title='Hair Cut and other Junk'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-1550192304198006080</id><published>2009-01-03T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:40:49.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothin&apos; Much'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acne'/><title type='text'>Murad</title><content type='html'>Well last week my parents ordered a skin care system. Today it finally came! I'm so excited, I really want clear skin and it will be a great way to bring in the new year. Well, I don't have any really exciting news. Today I found out my mom ate organic food as a kid. It wasn't for health reasons though. She grew up on a farm and they didn't have enough money for fertilizer or pesticides, so they didn't use them. I'm pretty sure they ate mostly stuff they grew too. I'm actually looking forward to going back to school (I know what the heck is wrong with me?!?). I think it is mostly because I want to see my friends. I'm sure by the time February rolls around I'll be beggin' for a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-1550192304198006080?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/1550192304198006080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=1550192304198006080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1550192304198006080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1550192304198006080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/01/murad.html' title='Murad'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-3642883849275109659</id><published>2009-01-01T14:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:00:14.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adults'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Hello 2009</title><content type='html'>Well, sit down and prepare for a long ride. I have to cover Christmas and New Year's Eve in one Post (I really should get a medal for this). I'll start with Christmas since it comes first. My Christmas had three parts; Part 1 Thanksgiving (I consider Thanksgiving Christmas part 1, because it is warming up your eating muscles for Christmas dinner), Part 2 Christmas Day (Presents!), Part 3 Boxing day (The day after Christmas). I need to go a bit more into depth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; Part 3. On Part 2 I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a keyboard as a present. However it was not the keyboard I wanted, so on Christmas Part 3 I exchanged it for the keyboard I really wanted. The keyboard is awesome, and if I can ever figure out how to work the connection cord I will put some music on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now New Years, Well I think it was the best New Years eve I ever had. That really stinks because it was awful. Previous years have consisted of sitting on the couch watching the ball drop and then going to sleep, so anything can beat that. Well anyways my New Years Resolution is, 365 days Vegan. For a whole year I'm going to take pictures of what I eat. Yeah I know exciting, right? Well my friend told me some guy took pictures of what he ate for a year. He made a book out of it and people bought it. I don't think I'm going to be making a a book, but I do have a blog. It is called 365 days Vegan. The main purpose of the whole thing is to show people what vegans eat. It gets a little old when people always ask me, "What &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;you eat?". Then they make sure I'm getting enough vitamins. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uggh&lt;/span&gt;, it is usually adults too, and they think they are so smart and know more about food. Just because you have eaten more meals than me doesn't mean you know more about nutrition. If I tell people I take a vitamin they usually back off, but some people just don't get it. I hope you have a marvelous 2009, because if you can read all my rants you deserve it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-3642883849275109659?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/3642883849275109659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=3642883849275109659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3642883849275109659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3642883849275109659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='Hello 2009'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-26136826361364835</id><published>2008-12-21T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:31:14.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='administration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonalds =('/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veg'/><title type='text'>Bovine Excrement- veggies</title><content type='html'>I was listening to a podcast I got off iTunes. It is the Vegan Freak Podcast. It is episode 101, and they are talking with a guy called the Angry Hippie. This guy has his own podcast and he talks about politics, animal rights and stupid people (It sounds like my kind of podcast). He was talking about people who say they are vegetarians or vegans, but yet they eat meat, or diary. He calls them bull****atarians. I agree. I know a few people like that. My brother's friend's family eats white meat, but they call themselves vegetarians.&lt;br /&gt;I have an idea forming in my head. I was thinking of doing a presentation at my school about animal rights. Most kids I know love animals, but they have not been shown what really happens to your McNuggets. I think if they saw it they would be disgusted. That is what happened to me. I read a book about how animals are slaughtered, and I became a vegetarian (the real kind). I saw a video by PETA showing the exact cruelties I heard about and I became a vegan. It is a ten minute video, so on a day we are doing nothing in science class (this is science) I thought maybe I could show the video and get the people to do a worksheet about different kinds of animals. Hopefully I would have a lot less meat eaters.&lt;br /&gt;I also have to have a serious talk with my reading teacher about this stupid lexile system. I don't feel like going into detail right now, but basically there is a system in place that discourages loving reading and prevents children from reading books they enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-26136826361364835?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/26136826361364835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=26136826361364835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/26136826361364835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/26136826361364835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/12/bovine-excrement-veggies.html' title='Bovine Excrement- veggies'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-5431509721900766798</id><published>2008-12-14T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:36:56.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher Reccomendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M and M&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean my room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Procrastination, my biggest talent</title><content type='html'>Well I finished my essay but I didn't type it yet, so I've finished half the battle. I'm going to bring it too my teacher on Monday and ask her which quote I should use. In the mean time I better start working on my other homework. I'm feeling lazy today. I definetly need some m&amp;amp;m's (motivation and music). I really want to clean my room. My bed hasn't actually been made in about 3 weeks. This week is the last week before Holiday vacation. I can't wait, the famous four (my least favorite classmates) and I really need a break.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing I want to share with you. I had to get teacher reccomendations to enter this pre-IB program, and every single one of my teachers gave me all 5's but my reading teacher gave me a 4 in communication skills! I can't believe that. I'm trying to not let it bother me too much, but I seriously think she doesn't like me. Of course I'm shy and all, but there is no need to.... Well anyways it was only a four. Hopefully the people reviewing my thing will think she is messed up in the head. So I'm off to clean my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-5431509721900766798?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/5431509721900766798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=5431509721900766798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5431509721900766798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5431509721900766798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/12/procrastination-my-biggest-talent.html' title='Procrastination, my biggest talent'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-6052281336515539360</id><published>2008-12-13T16:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:36:24.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corporations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orange Juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Never have I been more happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been looking up vegan quotes for an essay I have to do to enter a high school program. It is the IB program and I really hope I get into it. Otherwise high school will be devastating. This week has been boring. I was sick most of the time. I have a sore throat, and now I think I'm getting an ear infection as well. I think I should have Green Tea every morning in addition to my oatmeal. I don't really like orange juice. My mom won't buy an organic kind (it is only twice the price). I really don't want to drink Tropicana or that other junk we have. I live near a Tropicana plant and it is an eye sore as well as stinky. I also think corporations in general are stupid and I would prefer to buy from a company that cares to care, not because it looks good and sells a product. One last thing I think there a three types of people in this world, murderers, vegetarians and vegans. You wouldn't eat your dog/cat so why would you eat a pig/cow. I've been a vegetarian for a year and I can tell you I have no desire to eat meat anymore than I have a desire to eat you. I'm also very strong. I beat all of my friends at arm wrestling (well except for one but her arm is 3 times the size of mine and I'm not even joking.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well anyways, these quotes make me very happy to be a vegan. I want to share some of my favorites with you: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Howard Lyman                                                                                                                        If you visit the killing floor of a slaughterhouse, it will brand your soul for life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo Tolstoy                                                                                                                                  A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite. And to act so is immoral.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Harrison, author of Animal Machines                                                                           In fact, if one person is unkind to an animal it is considered to be cruelty, but where a lot of people are unkind to animals, especially in the name of commerce, the cruelty is condoned and, once large sums of money are at stake, will be defended to the last by otherwise intelligent people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neal D. Barnard, M.D., President, Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine. Washington, D.C.                                                                                                                  The beef industry has contributed to more American deaths than all the wars of this century, all natural disasters, and all automobile accidents combined. If beef is your idea of 'real food for real people,' you'd better live real close to a real good hospital.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz Kafka, while admiring fish in an aquarium                                                          Now I can look at you in peace; I don't eat you any more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Bentham (1748-1832)                                                                                             What is it that should trace the insuperable line? ...The question is not, Can they reason? nor Can they talk? but, Can they suffer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Mayo (founder of the Mayo linic)                                                                             I abhor vivisection. It should at least be curbed. Better, it should be abolished. I know of no achievement through vivisection, no scientific discovery, that could not have been obtained without such barbarism and cruelty. The whole thing is evil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Bernard Shaw, writer, Nobel laureate (1856-1950)                                     When a man wants to murder a tiger, he calls it sport; when a tiger wants to murder him, he calls it ferocity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein                                                                                                                          It is my view that the vegetarian manner of living, by its purely physical effect on the human temperament, would most beneficially influence the lot of mankind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gail Shepherd                                                                                                                     "And the kicker: "Our demand for meat, dairy, and processed carbohydrates drives us to consume way more calories than are good for us; and those calories are in foods that cause, not prevent, disease. The evidence is very clear that plants promote health."                                                                                                                                  "We need to jump on this bandwagon and hang on for our lives if our kids are going to live in a world we'd even faintly recognize — if, for that matter, they live to see it at all."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Casey Affleck                                                                                                                     “Chickens, cows, and pigs in factory farms spend their whole lives in filthy, cramped conditions—only to die a prolonged and painful death. Their bodies are then turned into food products proven to contribute to heart disease and cancer. To eat that is to eat poison.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Cohen                                                                                                                      "Death, pain, and torture, by any other name, cannot sanitize the great injustice we do to animals." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paul Harvey&lt;br /&gt;Ever occur to you why some of us can be this much concerned with animals' suffering? Because government is not. Why not? Animals don't vote."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isaac Bashevis Singer                                                                                                   "People often say that humans have always eaten animals, as if this is a justification for continuing the practice. According to this logic, we should not try to prevent people from murdering other people, since this has also been done since the earliest of times."                                                                                                                                 As long as people will shed the blood of innocent creatures there can be no peace, no liberty, no harmony between people. Slaughter and justice cannot dwell together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-6052281336515539360?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/6052281336515539360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=6052281336515539360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6052281336515539360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6052281336515539360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-have-i-been-more-happy.html' title='Never have I been more happy...'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-1809139031767401344</id><published>2008-12-03T08:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:23:10.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dracula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Devil&apos;s Arthimetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Eyre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='administration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinky'/><title type='text'>Three fifths compromise</title><content type='html'>I learned about something at school today, it is called the three fifths compromise. Basically they states didn't know how to count slaves with taxes, and count them in the population. So they counted 3/5 of the slave population of that state. Just a fun fact, it has nothing what so ever to do with my post. My mom is getting really mad at my school, and for some reason I love this! She drove me and my brother to school today (we normally take the bus, even though our bus driver is psycho. We want to carpool and save the Earth! I'm kidding, my parents don't want to waste gas, but it is basically the same thing.) Anyways this lady in front of her was going really slow so my mom screams, "Is she waiting for the second coming of Christ?!?!"It was more the way she said it than what she actually said. My friends found it funny so I thought I would give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings up the next question why was my mom so mad at my school? Well she wants to get a form so I can be in an pre-IB program at another school. She called 5 times and asked for them to give me a form, so finally today she got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing very well with my goals, on Monday I have to tell my reading teacher &lt;em&gt;The Devil's Arthimetic&lt;/em&gt; thing. I have no clue what she is going to say and that is why I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading the book &lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/em&gt; I'm on Chapter 2, but I like it so far. I'm going to try and read all of the classics before I get out of school. They are the only books that actually challenge me. I have to read slow and sometimes re-read. I like Dracula so far, I love the way Bram describes this guy's fear, it is so real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-1809139031767401344?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/1809139031767401344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=1809139031767401344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1809139031767401344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1809139031767401344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/12/three-fifths-compromise.html' title='Three fifths compromise'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-4854027380077407908</id><published>2008-11-30T15:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:18:54.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my pledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Rice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal list'/><title type='text'>Get into the Groove!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j274/KittyKatGirl06/Graphics/pledge1copy-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j274/KittyKatGirl06/Graphics/pledge1copy-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting a few things today here they are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not care what other people think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post a picture with each of my entries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah I'm not too ambitous today. These goals are going to be hard for me. Especially the first one. I'm extremely shy, I don't usually talk above a whisper in public places for fear that someone will be listening to my conversation and think I'm stupid. I'm just now realizing how ridiculous that is, besides why do I care what a complete stranger thinks of me. Afterall I don't care what my dog thinks of me and he is definetly more important than someone I'm probably never going to see again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The picture has my pledge on it with all the typical american symbolisms. It's all I could think of (and execute) in a pinch. I like it, but I think I'm going to change it to include people, but then it might be too busy and distracting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I'm going to go to &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;http://www.freerice.com&lt;/a&gt; to work on my Spanish and Geography. I hope you have a great day and week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-4854027380077407908?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/4854027380077407908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=4854027380077407908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4854027380077407908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4854027380077407908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-into-groove.html' title='Get into the Groove!'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j274/KittyKatGirl06/Graphics/th_pledge1copy-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-7982570512871438709</id><published>2008-11-29T16:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:23:31.089-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my pledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='administration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain'/><title type='text'>Rewrite the pledge</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago I was talking about how annoying the "writer in my head" was being. That night I could not sleep and as it was nearing midnight I whipped out my 5 subject spiral bound notebook and wrote away. Seeing as I'm feeling uninspired today I'll share that essay with you. Any comments or remarks you may have please share, I have no idea how to edit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;original speech,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;added now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;omitted but written on original copy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;omitted now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my comments&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word/Quote/Speech that inspired me throughout this essay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;           and to the Republic for which it stands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one nation, under god, indivisible with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;liberty and justice for all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rough Draft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quite Frankly the Pledge of Allegiance means nothing to me. If anything it is a daily reminder of the hypocrisy and injustice that occurs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;daily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are 3 main &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;region &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I find undeniably contradictory as well as untruthful. "I pledge allegiance to the flag..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what has tho i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How is a piece of fabric going to help me? "One nation under god.." What happened to freedom of religion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;therefore having to ability not to believe in god (atheism). "With liberty and justice for all." Is it justice that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my parents have to pay taxes for a pathetic excuse of a public school system? I think not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                         I haven't even delved into the surface of these idiocies. I'll start out with "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America...." The flag really doesn't care about your allegiance. Actually the flag isn't even alive so I doubt it cares about much of anything. Of course I realize the flag is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;silly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;symbolism of America and pledging your allegiance to your country, but if that is true why not say "I pledge allegiance to the people of the United states of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;America..." It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;seems more logical to ally with something that is actually alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shocker! Some people don't believe in god. Run out and convert them as quickly as possible. (In case you didn't know, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sarcasm back there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a sarcastic remark). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Isn't America supposed to welcome immigrants and other people who are different? (Welcome does not mean, "Make fun of accent or belief.") Even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;your money says, "One nation under god." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Coul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; your "American Ingenuity" couldn't you have come up with something more original and friendly than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Such as, "One people united..." or "One people of common values." &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My use o &lt;/span&gt;The reason I changed &lt;em&gt;nation &lt;/em&gt;to &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; is the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gov&lt;/span&gt; nation is run by the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for the people. When I'm starting school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I would rather think of people like my neighbors, than people like George W. Bush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                           I saved the biggest bug for last. "Liberty and Justice for all...". The pledge should be based off of truth and reality. Not someones ideal of the perfect American society. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure you or someone you know has complained about unjust treatment of people in America. Who is regulating that everyone get&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; justice? Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the justice system of course. You complain, and they come skipping towards you offering to imprison &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;your boss for firing you for no good reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; your potential employer, because you suspect discrimination &lt;/span&gt;(again, sarcasm). I think the person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(most likely a man, because a women &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;aren't offered&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't be trusted to write something this important)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm talking about a long time ago when people started saying a pledge &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thought that this was how the justice system actually works. When in fact it is very hard to prove you were in fact fired because of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;race, religion, gender, appearance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;discrimination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It wouldn't be worth it. There is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the lawyer to pay and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all that time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you spent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;an stress that you went through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                           What is the solution? Rewrite the pledge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Or if you don't have the time use my version! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is based off of the original, but with my own improvements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; and suggest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Next time everyone stands up to pledge allegiance; look at the person next to you and say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I pledge allegiance to the people of the United States of America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; and to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gov &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nation for which they stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;one people of common values with &lt;/span&gt; free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;public lawyers for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm not joking, and I'm not making the Pledge of Allegiance a joke. I believe that it should tell the truth, just as witnesses on a trial are expected to. I also think my pledge will appeal to more people seeing as it is in layman's terms, so everyone is able to understand the meaning. I'm not forcing this on anyone. If you want to continue talking to a piece of fabric by all means go ahead. Don't be &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;surprised &lt;/span&gt;disappointed if it doesn't &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;live up to it's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;do all it &lt;/span&gt;promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;2nd copy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Quite Frankly the Pledge of Allegiance means nothing to me. If anything it is a daily reminder of the hypocrisy and injustice that occurs daily. There are 3 main lines that I find undeniably contradictory as well as untruthful. "I pledge allegiance to the flag..." How is a piece of fabric going to help me? "One nation under god.." What happened to freedom of religion, or therefore having to ability not to believe in god (atheism)? "With liberty and justice for all." Is it justice my parents have to pay taxes for a pathetic excuse of a public school system? I think not.                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;   I haven't even delved into the surface of these idiocies. I'll start out with "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America...." The flag really doesn't care about your allegiance. Actually the flag isn't even alive so I doubt it cares about much of anything. Of course I realize the flag is a symbolism of America, and pledging your allegiance to your country, but if that is true why not say "I pledge allegiance to the people of the United states of America..." It seems more logical to ally with something that is actually alive.                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;   Shocker! Some people don't believe in god. Run out and convert them as quickly as possible. (In case you didn't know, that was a sarcastic remark). Isn't America supposed to welcome immigrants and other people who are different? (Welcome does not mean, "Make fun of accent or belief.") Even our your money says, "One nation under god." With your "American Ingenuity" couldn't you have come up with something more original and friendly than that? Such as, "One people united..." or "One people of common values."  The reason I changed &lt;em&gt;nation&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; is the nation is run by the people, for the people. When I'm starting school I would rather think of people like my neighbors, than people like George W. Bush.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;                  I saved the biggest bug for last. "Liberty and Justice for all...". The pledge should be based off of truth and reality. Not someones ideal of the perfect American society. I'm sure you or someone you know has complained about unjust treatment of people in America. Who is regulating that everyone gets justice? Well, the justice system of course. You complain, and they come skipping towards you offering to imprison your potential employer, because you suspect discrimination (again, sarcasm). I think the person thought that this was how the justice system actually works. When in fact it is very hard to prove you were in fact not hired because of discrimination. It wouldn't be worth it. There is all that time and stress that you went through.                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;     What is the solution? Rewrite the pledge! It is based off of the original, but with my own improvements. Next time everyone stands up to pledge allegiance; look at the person next to you and say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; I pledge allegiance to the people of the United States of America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; and to the nation for which they stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;one people of common values &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;with public lawyers for everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm not joking, and I'm not making the Pledge of Allegiance a joke. I believe that it should tell the truth, just as witnesses on a trial are expected to. I also think my pledge will appeal to more people seeing as it is in layman's terms, so everyone is able to understand the meaning. I'm not forcing this on anyone. If you want to continue talking to a piece of fabric by all means go ahead. Don't be disappointed if it doesn't live up to it's promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The 2nd copy is the completed essay all put together and edited as of now. I would like to apologize in advance if this hurts any one's feelings or anyone feels I'm making fun of the pledge. If you want to use my pledge please do, but don't take credit for it. (my blog is licensed under a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License) This license means you can share or distribute and transmit my work, as long as you give me credit and don't sell or alter anything on this page. I'm certainly going to recite my pledge at school on Monday, though I doubt anyone will notice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-7982570512871438709?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/7982570512871438709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=7982570512871438709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7982570512871438709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7982570512871438709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/11/rewrite-pledge.html' title='Rewrite the pledge'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-285416608012034672</id><published>2008-11-26T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:26:06.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='administration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clones'/><title type='text'>Delete, Delete, Delete!</title><content type='html'>I do this thing where I form blog entries, novel ideas, or short stories inside my head. Oh no horrible you; you have creativity!(sarcastic of course) It is starting to bug me. Just when I close my eyes to drift off to dream land BOOM! my mind starts composing blog entries, or poems. That isn't even the worst part, eventually I convince myself *well that doesn't sound half bad* then I go to right and I remember maybe half of what (Just 1 minute ago) I composed. Wanna guess who I'm going to blame for this? Me (No, I'm a kid, remember, that whole I don't accept responsibilties for my actions thing =) ), My Parents (No).....The Public school system! =) Yes! They are not challenging me what so ever! If I had a chance to excercise my mind writing creativily thourghout the day I would not have this problem. This is why my blog is ever so important at this time. If I can't leave the public school system I'm determined to be the biggest pain in the neck who ever lived (Move over Dracula!)&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Dracula, I found this really great used book store place. You can drop your old books off for credit. Then when you buy books 50% of the payment is in store credit, and 50% in cash. My dad bought four books for me (as well as a puzzle for my mom, a couple books for himself, and a book for my brother; I know you really care about that!) They are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Scarlet Letter (Nathaniel Hawthorne)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Jungle (Upton Sinclair)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Plague Tales (Ann Benson)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dracula (Bram Stoker)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;As of now I'm looking up vocab words for Dracula, because I'm going to read that first and I'm not a wordy person. My reading teacher better be ready for Monday because there is a storm coming! My class isn't allowed to read books below a certain level (It is called a lexile and some magical system labels books a number between 1-1500, most of the books being 600+). The whole system is stupid to me, if this (&lt;a href="http://teacher.scholastic.com/products/sri/pdfs/Lexile_Map.pdf"&gt;http://teacher.scholastic.com/products/sri/pdfs/Lexile_Map.pdf&lt;/a&gt;) chart is accurate I've been reading at a high school level since 4th grade.This year my class isn't allowed to read books below 900 because aparently they don't "challenge us enough" (If you want to "challenge us" why are you making me take reading class in the 8th grade?). Well this "novel" we are reading in class (It is required to be read) is a 730 lexile book! So contradicting, I want to scream at her. If she doesn't change it I will get my entire class to refuse to read it! I feel that class is a waste of time anyways and I want my parents to write a note asking me to take another class at that time. My friend at another middle school doesn't have to take reading because she scored above average on the standardized tests. Well guess what, I got a perfect score and I'm wasting 45 minutes a day "learning reading strategies". Hopefully next year will be better, my parents are trying to get me into some elitest program, I have little faith. "Everyone" my dad talks to says how wonderful, great and challenging it is. Well that is what people told me about middle school and here I am in 8th grade waiting for stuff to get harder. I don't want more worksheets, critical review quesitons or logic puzzles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-285416608012034672?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/285416608012034672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=285416608012034672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/285416608012034672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/285416608012034672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/11/delete-delete-delete.html' title='Delete, Delete, Delete!'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-8915522243958039217</id><published>2008-11-16T16:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:55:28.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law of Attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinky'/><title type='text'>Do I really care?</title><content type='html'>Well my mom found a stray cat and bird the other day. My neighbors are keeping the cat until they can give her to a no-kill animal shelter (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unhopefully&lt;/span&gt; -not full of hope- me). We couldn't catch the bird and we don't know where s/he went. My dad is getting on my last nerve. It seems like everything I ask for (that is you know, when  actually do ask for something) he says no. My parents don't even seem to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt; interest in my life. I'm thankful that they take me to dance and my L.A. fitness classes, and buy me special food; but those are material things and they never really talk to me. The most I get is a 5 minute conversation about which classes I want to go to this week, or my mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt; me if I want to go to class, because if not she is going to go to my brother's game. I don't understand how the people that do everything right, get nothing back. I've gotten straight A's my entire life and it has been rotten. My brother meanwhile has been all over the place A-B's D's C's! He has $300 worth of video games and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DVDs&lt;/span&gt;, meanwhile I get the whole "Well we appreciate you more-you have a laptop-you have cellphone-don't be such a spoiled brat speech.". I don't even know what it could possibly be that get nothing. I would like to talk to the greater power who gives out all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt; gifts, beauty-intelligence-and other wonderful talents. I would tell him/her what a stupid thing it is to have intelligence, because you just realize how awful the world is. Bottom line, I'm mad, I'm sad and I feel under appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-8915522243958039217?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/8915522243958039217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=8915522243958039217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/8915522243958039217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/8915522243958039217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-i-really-care.html' title='Do I really care?'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-6832719143154033369</id><published>2008-11-03T07:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:07:20.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinky'/><title type='text'>Slow</title><content type='html'>It bugs me so much when people take too long to do something. A prime example of this is school. These children take forever to do an easy task. Sometimes I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe it. They seriously don't care. they just ask me for all the answers and laugh about them being so unscholarly. They don't expect anything from themselves and they automatically brand themselves dumb. I know they aren't so it makes me sad when I go to school and see these kids. Any whoo Nothing too interestin' has happened lately. LA fitness moved Yoga to Wed. nights and I'm so excited. I really want to get better at dance too. I wish I could be homeschooled take, yoga and ballet. But I guess 1/3 isn't too bad right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-6832719143154033369?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/6832719143154033369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=6832719143154033369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6832719143154033369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6832719143154033369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/11/slow.html' title='Slow'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-733700919710127865</id><published>2008-10-26T13:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:51:33.974-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bacteria'/><title type='text'>I woke up one day and decided</title><content type='html'>that things are crazy! It all started last week. I announced to my parents that I no longer eat diary or meat or anything else that came from something that has a face. Of course they got all crabby with the usual, why do you have to be different from everyone else, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;. My dad threw and unexpected twist in though. He said, "Did you just wake up today and decide 'I'm going to be a vegan'?" I assured him I didn't do exactly that but he still is a bit skeptical. As for the being different thing, how could I possibly be the same! I can't believe it took him this long to realize I do not follow main stream society. I'm not saying I look for ways to be a freak, but I follow my instincts which may or may not follow everyone else. I went to the library yesterday and I pick out 3 books on homeschooling. As well as seven others on topics such as, Physics (yeah I'm in pg 1 and I haven't understood one word it's great!), Geometry (haven't tried those yet), Space-time (I'm waiting for the brain cramp from the Physics book to go away), and random junk on bacteria, diseases and other micro-organisms. I read this one book about how we are all going to die from resistant bacteria. Resistant bacteria are bacteria that don't go away when you try and kill them with antibiotics. There was a whole chapter about how meat is causing this (yet another reason not to eat animals). This is how it is happening the meat producer people ( I would call them farmers but they aren't) are giving animals small amounts of antibiotics (about 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ozs&lt;/span&gt;. per ton of feed). They are trying to prevent disease and the reason they want to prevent diseases is when animals are sick they lose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt;, and therefor get thinner. Also on a daily basis animals fight off bacteria in their stomachs. By giving them antibiotics animals aren't "wasting" energy doing that. This makes them fatter faster. This impacts you because when you eat the animal you also eat these antibiotics. Because it is such a small dose, this can cause all the bacteria in your body (good or bad) to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; resistance to this antibiotic. If harmful bacteria come in your body they can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; this resistance too, by stealing it from the other bacteria. Congress has been "taking measures to try and stop this". This is yet another example of how greedy people are going to kill our species.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-733700919710127865?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/733700919710127865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=733700919710127865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/733700919710127865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/733700919710127865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-woke-up-one-day-and-decided.html' title='I woke up one day and decided'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-2852339044297616493</id><published>2008-10-19T10:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:58:56.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifesytle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veg'/><title type='text'>That is digusting</title><content type='html'>Well in case you didn't know prior to today I was a vegetarian. I did not eat meat, because of the inhumane ways animals are treated during their miserable lives. Now I am a vegan. For those of you who don't know what a vegan is, it is like a vegetarian except they don't eat diary. Some of them don't eat honey or use leather ethier. I will never eat an animal again. Well the only exception would be if I was stuck out in the wild and I was going to die, that is the only exception. I'm excited though, I'll be able to experiment with different foods. I'm probably going to have to buy most of the food myself. My parent will probably buy me tofu, or some other things, but they aren't going to pay for things like soy milk. They don't understand my views on a lot of things. Oh well. I'm going to try to make up for having expensive food by not asking for things like clothes, movies, games, or anything else. If I could just be homeschooled and have my vegan way life would be perfect, but sometimes that just doesn't happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-2852339044297616493?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/2852339044297616493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=2852339044297616493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2852339044297616493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2852339044297616493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-is-digusting.html' title='That is digusting'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-7901266512721716243</id><published>2008-10-17T17:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:42:23.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='administration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinky'/><title type='text'>*laugh* *laugh* wait it wasn't even funny!</title><content type='html'>That title just randomly appeared in my head. My parents aren't even giving me a chance, here is the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why can't I be home schooled?&lt;br /&gt;P: Because  we don't know anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you need to know?&lt;br /&gt;P: YOU don't understand! You can't just jump into this!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I would be doing this online and you wouldn't do anything!&lt;br /&gt;P: YOU CAN'T HOME SCHOOL YOURSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point the conversation ends. Notice how my parents strategically avoid the answer, kind of like politicians. I can't understand their logic one bit, but oh well I blame the generation gap. I have dance tomorrow! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I gave a letter to my guidance counselor (apparently she has to approve my online courses). Well actually I gave the letter to a lady at the front desk (guidance counselor GC was in a meeting).  Today they call me into the front office saying it's all approved. I go home and check online and guess what? IT isn't! My gosh these people! Good thing the course starts in Nov. otherwise I would be messed up.  So that is my compliant about school for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-7901266512721716243?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/7901266512721716243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=7901266512721716243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7901266512721716243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7901266512721716243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/10/laugh-laugh-wait-it-wasnt-even-funny.html' title='*laugh* *laugh* wait it wasn&apos;t even funny!'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-1752991366041319301</id><published>2008-10-12T12:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:58:54.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='das Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifesytle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adonis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinky'/><title type='text'>What happened to Adonis?</title><content type='html'>Yes well as you might have noticed, I have not talked about Adonis for awhile. This is troubling me. I'm wondering if I have a disorder where one obbsession gives way to another (Previous: Adonis Current:Homeschool) I should keep track of this, and I'm glad I have my blog to do this. I think I might just be being lazy, but I seriously would much rather prefer to be homeschooled. Who knows by the time my mom comes around, I'll be out of school, so I can't doubt myself for a second. I'm trying to give my mom the silent treatment, this way I'm making her just as mad as her and my teachers are making me. I could try that with my teachers, but I don't talk to them anyways. I need to come up with some new stragtegies. I found a program that I could use to homeschool 100% online, it's free and they have teachers you can call if you need help! My mom has still managed to find an excuse though. My parents and I are going to meet some guy my dad works with, because his daughter is homeschooled. I'm crossing my fingers this will go well. (Don't be evil I really need you to cross your fingers too) Well that is it, I'm off to prison...ooops, I mean it is called school, but is it really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-1752991366041319301?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/1752991366041319301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=1752991366041319301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1752991366041319301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1752991366041319301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happened-to-adonis.html' title='What happened to Adonis?'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-1419771877099570791</id><published>2008-10-11T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:31:17.992-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Title'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clones'/><title type='text'>What is with the Clones?</title><content type='html'>So I haven't made an opportunity to tell about my blog name.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream a few months ago that clones were in my house and I had to make them clap so they would stop being clones. Then I went outside and my Real Life math teacher was out there but apparently she was a real estate agent, and she was like the clone leader. So I tried to get her to clap and it didn't work and she called me out on trying to de-clone her. So I said @*^% You and ran into my neighbors garage. The rest of the clones I had just de-cloned came after me and my two neighbors who were in there. &lt;br /&gt;It really freaked me out for a few weeks, I was like the clones are after me!! I eventually got over it. I also combined another element  I dislike into my blog name, those stupid kids in my class who annoy me constantly. I think they are phony and they are just drones of everyone else. They aren't unique and they have no personality. So in one word Conformists. I called myself clone girl because, it just went along with the title. I also like oxymorons so that played a role. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to my homeschool topic (I know you are probably sick of hearing about this, and this will be the last post until I make my powerpoint and get my parents reactions). I think my parents should at least let me have a trial period to see if homeschooling will work out, maybe over winter break or something, so they don't even have to pull me out of the school system. If all goes well I could be able to homeschool myself the rest of the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-1419771877099570791?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/1419771877099570791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=1419771877099570791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1419771877099570791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1419771877099570791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-with-clones.html' title='What is with the Clones?'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-669955752179751928</id><published>2008-10-10T15:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:18:53.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busuu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinky'/><title type='text'>The Internet is contacting you</title><content type='html'>Well, actually I think my computer is trying to tell me I've been on for way too long. (by the way sorry I have too much time in-between posts, I'm lazy, yes lazy not busy) I keep trying to watch videos on youtube and MTV, but it keeps not working. I have busuu.com on my other tab, and I'm learning about this whistle type laguage called Silbo Gomero. It is an island on the canary islands called La Gomera. It seems isteresting to learn because it is like whistling but you are saying stuff. Anyways back on topic. I'm getting frustrated that my computer is being uncooperative. My teachers are also getting on my nerves. I think it is a conspiracy. None of them give us homework one day (usually on the days I have nothing going on after school) Then when I have something like a concert afterschool, I have homework in every class. This brings me to my next topic homeschool. I'm kind of on the fence now, I think I'm going to wait a week or two and see how I feel about it. Because if I'm not 100% on board my parents definetly won't be. Thank you Annie Girl for your comment it helped me a lot. I've always believed I could teach myself. I have some money saved up and I might be able to pay for science and math materials. I also think that with the way the computer has changed the world, I could find the answer to almost any problem I have. Then I come into the problems of self-motivation. Would I be able to do every thing and learn it? or would I just slack off? I am a procrastinator, I have maintained a 4.0 GPA through Middle school, but I usually wait til' the last second to finish something. If I make a plan on how to do something I usually make it too difficult to do/strict and I end up just making it up as I go along anyways. College. How am I supposed to prove that I actually know stuff and I didn't just slack off for the past 5 years? I think I still have a lot of research to do to convince my parents (and myself) that this is truly the best option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-669955752179751928?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/669955752179751928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=669955752179751928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/669955752179751928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/669955752179751928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/10/internet-is-contacting-you.html' title='The Internet is contacting you'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-6302776974714186500</id><published>2008-10-08T07:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:33:07.828-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='German'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifesytle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law of Attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain'/><title type='text'>Genius</title><content type='html'>Ideas have been poping to me out of no where the past few days and I'm starting to like it. Of course I think these ideas are brillant some other people (*parents*) not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homeschool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Public School Stinks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes up too much time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teachers don't listen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not LEARNING anything &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the whole system is messed up &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Brillant Idea number 2 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to sleep when I get home then wake up in the morning and do my homework &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;My parents really can't disagree with number two (so far). However they refuse to take me out of public school. It goes something like this &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blah blah blah No blah blah blah No time blah blah blah Why can't you just do the same thing as everyone else blah blah blah Too much money blah blah blah blah We'll see (which means no, and if you ask about it again I'm taking your iPod away). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you just wait, next time I ask I'm going to come at them with a powerpoint and index cards. (Oh yeah I'm bad). This reminds me of the time I was in 1st grade and I wanted to take the French offered at the school, mom said no and I didn't argue. Looking back I regret it (I was only seven and I could have only taken it for a year) it stinks. Right now I might be able to speak Frech, but thanks to the people who (supposedly) have my best interests in mind (most of the time)  the only language I'm fluent in is English. I'm not mad at my parents it isn't really their falt. They are just small town farm kids. They don't know what a podcast is and my dad recently discovered Youtube. I sometimes feel bad for my mom, she hasn't even experienced the internet world yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm trying to look at people with out judging them. For instance, there is a guy walking to the bus stop. Instead of ewww fat dude walking to the bus stop, Is that beer in his hand?!?! He looks like a slob, and why does he have on flipflops? I'm also applying this technique to my classroom setting. I am upset at certain classmates because they are okay people when they aren't trying to be the center of attention, or flirt with some one. But if they aren't doing one of those two things they are probably asleep. I think it challenges your brain to have to talk to people you haven't talked to in awhile, or you don't talk to a lot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay well I could go on forever, but I'll stop here. If you are homeschooled or you were or know know anything about it, email me, or leave comment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-6302776974714186500?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/6302776974714186500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=6302776974714186500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6302776974714186500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6302776974714186500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/10/genius.html' title='Genius'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-4791941445561702001</id><published>2008-10-05T20:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:30:43.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='German'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYKI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosetta Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busuu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Fructose Corn Syrup'/><title type='text'>Busuu You</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in so long, I have to post ASAP otherwise it gets too late and I'm tired. Two days isn't too bad though. Well I've started my Rosetta Stone and it is awesome I just have one problem, me. I want to learn fast, and can't write in Spanish to save my life (seriously I could probably say like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cenco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gatos&lt;/span&gt; or something and that isn't even a sentence and I probably spelt it wrong) For those of you who don't want to shell out the dough for Rosetta Stone I recommend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;busuu&lt;/span&gt;.com. It is in it's beta version, and they are adding new features every day. Every time I log in there is something cooler. It has the same basic principle as Rosetta Stone, but you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; get what you pay for and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;busuu&lt;/span&gt; is free for now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Busuu&lt;/span&gt; offers 4 languages English, French, German, and Spanish. I think it is pretty awesome and you should give it a try if you want to learn a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt;. Another Program that has helped me with my Writing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BYKI&lt;/span&gt; (Search &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BYKI&lt;/span&gt; on Google) They have 70 languages, and it is basically flash cards, and they show you the English side and you have to type or think the other side. It helped me spell numerous things and I don't think it is good for much else because they might pronounce things wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Corn Syrup is yucky. Oh my gosh I had a soda a few minutes ago and I feel like throwing up, that stuff is so digusting,  I only had half too. I challenge you to cut sweets (Skittles, Soda, Crunch Bars, Butterfingers, Snickers, M &amp;amp; M's, etc) out of your life for a month, then try eating them ago, you will probably feel sick to your stomach and nasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-4791941445561702001?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/4791941445561702001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=4791941445561702001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4791941445561702001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/4791941445561702001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/10/busuu-you.html' title='Busuu You'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-3878144965203786913</id><published>2008-10-03T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:06:32.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='German'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosetta Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><title type='text'>What I just realized....</title><content type='html'>Okay again stealing another song title (Colbie Cobalt). The small amount of words I know in German is still less than I know in Spanish. I've been working on my German for about 3 months now so that makes sense, but I thought I knew absoultely nothing in German, however now I'm realizing that it doesn't get easier if you know other langauges. I just want to give up with Spanish, I like Rosetta Stone I'm just mad at myself for not being able to learn faster. I can only make a simple sentence in German and I've been learning that for awhile. Languages are going to be a life long thing too, eventually I hope too be (which means I better be or else) good enough to talk to people and write in the language without having to google every other word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-3878144965203786913?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/3878144965203786913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=3878144965203786913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3878144965203786913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3878144965203786913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-just-realized.html' title='What I just realized....'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-7738960624880035728</id><published>2008-10-02T22:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:45:24.177-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosetta Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinky'/><title type='text'>Ickys</title><content type='html'>Well I'm not feeling good, and I did get my Rosetta Stone, I just want to say, I hope you guys have a fabulous Friday and wish me good luck with getting my contacts (or you don't have to wish me good luck, you can be evil like that.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-7738960624880035728?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/7738960624880035728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=7738960624880035728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7738960624880035728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/7738960624880035728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/10/ickys.html' title='Ickys'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-3208005226340293503</id><published>2008-10-01T21:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:21:35.410-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toxic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Online College Courses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detrimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='das Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosetta Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adonis'/><title type='text'>Today is Monday, no, Thursday, no wait....</title><content type='html'>Yeah it has been one of those days. I can't wait for my Rosetta stone it better be here tomorrow or a few people will be getting nasty e-mails. I don't really have time now to go into all the juicy details of my day but I'll give you a few "main ideas". We got a new "acting" band director. He is AWESOME! He is a million bagillion times more fun than our previous director, and I hope he stays. Adonis talked to me today. I talked with a girl (I'll call her B1 blonde1). I also started listening to the audio recording of a Psychology class (pretty interesting). My friend toxic, has been absent for a week and now she is back at school, YAY! Detrimental, however was absent. Tomorrow if it seems like I fell off the face of the Earth it is definetly because of Rosetta Stone. I just wanted you guys to know I didn't forget about you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-3208005226340293503?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/3208005226340293503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=3208005226340293503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3208005226340293503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3208005226340293503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-monday-no-thursday-no-wait.html' title='Today is Monday, no, Thursday, no wait....'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-962177646014864721</id><published>2008-09-30T21:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:53:11.870-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Online College Courses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifesytle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law of Attraction'/><title type='text'>Careful what you wish for.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start with pretty much the only (useful) thing I did today. (Well Actually I learned some German today to, but that is besides the point, and I'm unintentionally building up suspense). I looked up free online college courses (&lt;a href="http://ocw.mit.edu/OcwWeb/web/courses/courses/index.htm"&gt;http://ocw.mit.edu/OcwWeb/web/courses/courses/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;). Honestly most of them don't look that hard, of course they are hard for me because I don't have the textbook. I was all worried that college would be hard and blah blah, but the only thing that daunts me now is they give you 1 hour for your mid-term test and 3 hours for your final. YIKES!! a 3 hour long test.&lt;br /&gt;On to my next subject, Religion. This  has to do with The Law of Attraction. I'm not an atheist, but I don't believe in "God". I believe in a greater power, but not a god. I also hate the fact that religion and differences among people have caused much hate and suffering. I hate people because they are annoying their religion, race, etc. never even enters my mind. I can't believe people today are still like that, anyways I'm getting off topic. I do believe in The Law of Attraction. It is basically the universe is listening to your every thought and what you give you receive (like a karma system), also you can get anything by imagining it is already yours and vision boards help with this (I'll make a vision board post someday). Anyways, I made my vision board like a month ago, I have it in my room and I look at it everyday and smile. Well on Sunday, my dad said he would order me Rosetta Stone......in Spanish (Latin America). Not exactly what I had in mind (I've been learning German the past 4 months). None the less I'm glad I get Rosetta Stone, I ordered the most expensive version (well my dad paid for it) and it was 429.99 (HEART ATTACK). I'm determined to get my moneys worth and it should help with getting a job, also knowledge is power. What does this have to do with my vision board? Well I put Rosetta Stone on my vision board. I'm still in semi-shock how this has worked out. I'm thinking I should make another larger vision board, because the one I currently have doesn't have enough room for all my ideas. I want to clear one thing up, this is not a wish list type thing, and I'm not using it as such. The majority of my board is covered with Intelligent people, Strong People, and Changes I want to see in the world. The Rosetta Stone thing is one of about 3 material objects on the board. So I'm encouraging you go out and make your own vision board. Just Be careful what you wish for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-962177646014864721?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/962177646014864721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=962177646014864721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/962177646014864721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/962177646014864721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/careful-what-you-wish-for.html' title='Careful what you wish for.'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-6663627097116689082</id><published>2008-09-29T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:46:00.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaf Brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='das Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adonis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law of Attraction'/><title type='text'>Licensed to ride a bike</title><content type='html'>Seriously I think I need one. Look out world because in two and a half years I will be able to obtain a license (for a car). That is scary considering I have negative five motor skills (yes that is possible). I have enough trouble not running into things or falling over when I'm walking. Now add four wheels and a motor. I've been riding my bike around lately. I don't know why, I just feel like riding my bike. I like the fresh air and the exercise. This is a dialogue I had with a kid on my bus:  L= The person  M=Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L= Hey (yeah he doesn't even say my name)&lt;br /&gt;M= &lt;em&gt;Looks over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L= I saw you riding your bike&lt;br /&gt;M=&lt;em&gt;Nods Head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L=Why do you ride your bike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; 1 second goes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L= for exercise? (great now he is calling me fat!)&lt;br /&gt;M=&lt;em&gt;Nods head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L= Why? You're skinny? (Nice save, so apparently I'm not fat)&lt;br /&gt;M= You can be skinny and still be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flubby&lt;/span&gt; (yes I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flubby&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;L= Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see this is a mostly one-sided conversation. I didn't even realize it until now. The person I was talking too, he is nice, I guess (I'm trying a new thing where I say nice things about people). He can sometimes be obnoxious, and cuss or made, dumb jokes. I guess most guys are like that, until they grow up. The reason I'm mentioning him is for two reasons (I'll call L Leaf Brain) So here are the two reasons why I mentioned Leaf Brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is Friends with Adonis! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He talks to me randomly out of nowhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to discuss #2. I over-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;analyze&lt;/span&gt; everything people do, I'm constantly watching body &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt;, and every finger tap means something to me. This could just be because I'm female, and I've heard that we tend to do that. I'm not going to discuss this topic any further, because I'll eventually end up making no sense. That is all for today! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-6663627097116689082?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/6663627097116689082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=6663627097116689082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6663627097116689082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6663627097116689082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/licensed-to-ride-bike.html' title='Licensed to ride a bike'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-984713117375550392</id><published>2008-09-28T11:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:20:05.765-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='das Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifesytle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adonis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law of Attraction'/><title type='text'>Funny how things turn out</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Kinetic Learner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/kinetic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn best by doing, and you have a talent for complicated, physical tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You excel at athletics, drama, and fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be an excellent Olympic athlete - or a Broadway star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Learning Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That is so true. For the first 12 years of my life I had very limited physical activity, and I ate crap. Just last year I joined a gym, started yoga and I have never looked back. I was so miserable before. Dance has just added to that. I found my calling (I know that probably sounds like some cheap line, but it is true). If I was paralzyed tomorrow I would seriously have to kill myself because, I need to be moovin' and grovin'. Before I was brought into the world of physical exercise, I was miserable. It was probably partly due to the fact that I was eating nasty preservatives, and chemicals. It seems like I'm on a roll now and I can do anything and I'm not limited, last year at this time, I would have been scared to talk to anyone, for fear that they would make fun of me. Now I don't really care, I have way more self-confidence. Other things started to fall into place after that. I used to be money/celebrity obsessed and now I feel bad for people who are like that. I think money is just a measure of time, there is a quote it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Waste your money and you're only out of money, but waste your time and you've lost a part of your life. ~Michael Leboeuf" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Money measures time, you have to work x hours to get x money. So to be obsessed with money is to be obsessed with time. It would be wasteful to do that seeing as I have no control over either. Celebrities, I think it is sad the population puts other people on a pedestal. What is so great about them honestly. They were in a movie?? There are plenty of people around you who are just as great, and they are right there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kinetic learner, I think that those blog things are sometimes inaccurate. This one is right on the mark. I love dance, as a matter of fact, my abs, hips, and thighs hurt right now because I overdid the dancing yesterday. I did an hour at the studio and then I came home and made up the beginnings to 3 other songs. I might be able to convince my parents to let me video tape the dances and upload them to youtube. If not I'll video tape it, but not upload it until I'm 18. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also I've been reading a blog, I love it! It is (&lt;a href="http://anniegirlsreflections.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://anniegirlsreflections.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ). It has lots of information about your food and other things. It is mostly just her random thoughts, and we think in a similar way (well sort of). It is very interesting and if you have a chance, I think you should read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-984713117375550392?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/984713117375550392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=984713117375550392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/984713117375550392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/984713117375550392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-how-things-turn-out.html' title='Funny how things turn out'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-6045845629805936867</id><published>2008-09-27T08:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:19:58.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='das Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adonis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law of Attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Tea'/><title type='text'>So Great....</title><content type='html'>I wake up this morning, I'm looking for a little morning cheer, so I turn on to the today show (used to be one of my favorite news shows) and all I hear is "blah blah blah McCain blah blah blah blah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; blah blah blah blah Economy blah blah blah Depressed" The only reason I'm still watching is because I'm hoping something good will come on. This is what I hate about the media they take one thing and repeat it over and over again. It makes me so annoyed. Now I'm watching TBS and they day gets worse, it is some lovey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt; part of a movie (just my luck). I don't want to ruin your day too, well I'm going to dance today. I'm not feeling well again, my sore throat came back. I think my jaw was hurting before because I have tooth coming in. I'm going to try drinking my green tea again. It doesn't really taste, I leave the bag in as long as I can and I can still barely taste it. It's probably because I'm so plugged up. Another Happy thought, I've had 3 pointless dreams about (das Gift) Adonis (I hope he never sees this blog, he will think I'm some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;creepo&lt;/span&gt; stalker. I haven't followed him home, yet (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;). ) There was this thing about dreams if you have the same dream over and over again it is meaningful. I also believe in the law of attraction. It states that the universe is always listening to you and whatever you give you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;. You can search &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; for more information.&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for today. I hope I haven't wasted your time with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; babble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-6045845629805936867?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/6045845629805936867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=6045845629805936867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6045845629805936867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6045845629805936867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-great.html' title='So Great....'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-5590109942280115136</id><published>2008-09-26T21:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:10:09.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonalds =('/><title type='text'>Yoga, maybe I am like bella....and McDonalds</title><content type='html'>Today I went to yoga for the first time in 1 month. Unfortunately school has gotten in my way (it always does) so I haven't been able to go at all. I did better than I thought I would. I did lose some of my flexibility, but I'm glad I didn't lose more. I think dance and other exercises have helped as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post isn't supposed to be about me anyways, so one new thing I found out about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bikram&lt;/span&gt; yoga. This guy had a knee injury and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doctors&lt;/span&gt; told him he would never walk again (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doctors&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; dramatic) but he used a serious of 26 yoga positions to heal and now he teaches yoga in a room that is heated to 37 degrees C or above (that is body temp or higher). This is supposed to minimize injury since the room is the same temperature (or higher) as your body. I want to try it, but I'm trying to limit my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ambitions&lt;/span&gt; since my parents don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unlimited&lt;/span&gt; money. If anyone out there is a dermatologist or knows a dermatologist or goes to a dermatologist, I would love to talk to a dermatologist and see what that job is like. I'm interested in being a dermatologist/ part time yoga instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I didn't realize how self-centered I am, this post just keeps coming back to me....=(. Well since I'm already off to a bad start let me just say it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; with every cell in my body hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. There was this test on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;you tube&lt;/span&gt;, and this guy put some typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;entrees&lt;/span&gt; in a glass jar he also put a typical burger that you would buy from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; (not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fast food&lt;/span&gt;). The results were disgusting. The french fries from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; stayed in their original form for about 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wks&lt;/span&gt; or something. Just think how hard it is for your stomach to break that down!! I read a book called 'Everything you didn't want to know about fast food'. I'm glad that I now know all that stuff. It really slapped me in the face. I wouldn't say that I ate fast food a lot before I read it, but I don't even touch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; food any more. I would recommend that book to anyone. Something else I thought was very eye opening was The story of stuff ( &lt;a href="http://storyofstuff.com/"&gt;http://storyofstuff.com/&lt;/a&gt; ). I can't even explain that. I thought it was funny and informative. I watched it twice and I would probably watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy right now, I got my first comment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!! The comment is on my first post if you want to read it. Someone said I reminded them of Bella Swan. I think I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;klutzy&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't see any other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;similarities&lt;/span&gt;. It is hard for me to self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;asses&lt;/span&gt; myself. I have one question though. Where is my Edward? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-5590109942280115136?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/5590109942280115136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=5590109942280115136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5590109942280115136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/5590109942280115136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/yoga-maybe-i-am-like-bellaand-mcdonalds.html' title='Yoga, maybe I am like bella....and McDonalds'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-8415202652594947107</id><published>2008-09-25T17:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:22:40.870-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='das Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of the Rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adonis'/><title type='text'>Who is das Gift......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNxErwZVkqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1JE11l7Zx2c/s1600-h/DSCN0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250146784123392674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="194" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNxErwZVkqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1JE11l7Zx2c/s320/DSCN0250.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided now I'm going to use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;das&lt;/span&gt; Gift's real name, it is pretty common, Adonis. Well today he looked at me, and I think I'm coming out of my shell more which is going to be useful because I have to go to high school next year. I called my friend Georgia, and I think her parents don't like me. We call each other every day, and I think they get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; she isn't doing homework or chores or something. I'm looking forward to going to yoga tomorrow, seeing as there is no school. I hope I'm still flexible, I should be I've been doing yoga at least once a week, and I still do other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt;. I guess tomorrow will test me. The picture is of me doing my crow (also known as crane) pose. It took me 2 months to be able to do that so I wouldn't attempted unless you are confident in your arm strength. I'm reading the first Lord of the Rings book, so far I'm on page 28. I hope to read more soon. I really need to clean my room, as well. I wish I had something interesting (or at least half-interesting) to say, but sadly I don't so this post will end here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-8415202652594947107?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/8415202652594947107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=8415202652594947107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/8415202652594947107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/8415202652594947107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-is-das-gift.html' title='Who is das Gift......'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNxErwZVkqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1JE11l7Zx2c/s72-c/DSCN0250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-3731279266906275427</id><published>2008-09-24T17:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:14:11.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifesytle'/><title type='text'>7 things</title><content type='html'>Well Today is my random whatever I want to talk about day, so here is the topic.... Advice on how not to be annoying for guys. It is an explanation of what girls like and dislike about males and things to help you get a date. I would write one for girls, but seeing as I'm not a guy and don't know what guys like in girls I can't very well do that. I know the title of this post is the same as a song by Miley Cyrus, to set the record straight I dislike Disney channel so I don't listen to her music, but I liked this title. There are two categories looks and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Appearance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mouth: Make sure to brush your teeth, no one likes stinky breath or yellow teeth. If your teeth just don't get white no matter how much you brush I recommend Whitening Strips, they have many available kinds at Wal-Mart or Drugstores (CVS, Walgreen's, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair: Sometimes too much gel can look nasty, it makes your hair look greasy (which isn't good) If you have curly hair I recommend going with your hair instead of against it. If you have curly hair and it looks afro-ish then keep it short. If you have straight hair do whatever. A substitution for gel would be when your hair is wet style it how you want it to look and let it dry this way, then you can add a tiny amount of gel to the roots if necessary. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Face: I have acne too and I have for at least 3 years, so believe me I'm not trying to hurt any feeling here. There is an acne product I get it from Wal-Mart and it is $4 a bottle. It has 10% benzoyl peroxide and benzoyl peroxide gets rid of pimples super fast. It might make your face really dry, but then you can use a lotion or moisturizer, dry skin isn't as noticeable as a pimple anyways. If you can't find a product strong enough for you. Ask your doctor (family doctor not dermatologist) if they can prescribe a medication. If that doesn't work go to a dermatologist, because they specialize in skin and it might be the second layer of skin or some junk like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Body: If you do a few push ups and a few crunches everyday you should be fine. Sports could also help you stay physically active. Or you can join a gym.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothing: Dress how you are don't change for anyone, let your personality shine through your clothes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for Attitude:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check your attitude at the door. If you're having a bad day, don't take it out on someone else. Try to avoid people that easily upset you if you're already not in a good mood. Don't look for trouble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A little respect goes a long way. If you have problems being with being nice to people pretend like a girl you like is watching you. She might be, if you treat other people badly she is going to think you're a jerk. Especially shy girls (such as me), if you make fun of other people shy girls think you will make fun of them too. There was a quote that said, something like 'don't measure a man by how he treats his equals, but by how he treats his lessors' Add sir or ma'am when you are talking to an adult, yes it does seem old school or nerdy, but it shows you have a good family and good manners. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compliment Whores. Don't compliment a girl unless you really mean it. If other people tell her that something looks stupid, and you tell her it looks awesome she is going to think that you either lied or you don't know what you are talking about, therefore all following compliments will be disregarded. Neither are good for you. Only give one compliment a week, make it count! If you give her a compliment every other day she won't care anymore. I would &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compliment her on one thing every other week (but don't repeat for more than 3 weeks) do this every other week for the best effect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick a compliment she probably rarely gets, like Your eyes are so pretty or something. If you talk about accessories such a bracelets, necklaces, belts, earing or if you notice something like she parts her hair a different way, or her belt is too the side, or shoes, then that is a bonus because it is unique. Things up by her head are easier to see so if you notice something like shoes or an anklet few people have probably noticed that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that is pretty much it these are all guidlines, you don't have to follow them strictly I'm just giving you tips to help. Maybe a guy can email me one of these so I know why I don't have a boyfriend. That's it for today, please leave a comment, or vote, or email me I love feedback. Thanks =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-3731279266906275427?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/3731279266906275427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=3731279266906275427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3731279266906275427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3731279266906275427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-things.html' title='7 things'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-3829030771284161734</id><published>2008-09-23T18:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:22:56.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='das Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifesytle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adonis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Tea'/><title type='text'>I knew it would be a good day</title><content type='html'>I've decided my blogular format. One day I'll do my opinion on something or some other randomn thig you probably don't even care about and the next day I'll do an update on my life. I know my life isn't that interestin' so that is my plan. Today I woke up and I never know how they day is going to turn out until I get on the bus. I get feelings like today I was super super excited and happy and I had no clue why. Oh and another thing everyday I found a quarter on the ground and I picked it up it was a bad day so don't pick up quarters!! I've been drinking green tea (the tea tea kind). There seems to be an illness going around and so far I only have a sore throat, I don't want it to get any worse, my left side of my jaw is all messed up and I have no clue why so I really don't want any more ailments. I really should be doing my homework right now, but seriously it is so boring and I have to make sure I write on here every day. I saw that someone voted on the poll. Thank you anonymous person!! =) I made a new poll because the other one expired, and if you could please take a second to vote, that is the only way I'll know that someone visited my blog. It warms my insides. Okay you all knew this was coming, das Gift I haven't even said hi to him is a week (well more like he hasn't said hi to me, I'm shy). Although&lt;br /&gt;today I think he did look out the back of the bus at me when it drove off but maybe not. I'm just happy I get to look at him every day. He is so sweet yesterday when the bus driver "wouldn't move the bus until the person who whistled came forward". He was willing to get in trouble for the whole bus, but he would have got suspened from the bus, so he didn't. Also I got to help put together folders for the guidence counsler and there were 3 other kids there. 2 of them are annoying but one of them is male and he can't help it. The other one I almost wanted to shove my sock down her mouth so she would quit talking. I guess the guy isn't soo bad sometimes I can actually have a decent conversation if he isn't trying to flirt with some girl. I als get to see how the rest of the class perceives me. He was surprised that I do hiphop and latin dance, I think everyone in my class thinks I'm a conservative, boring, girl but they only see me at school. I've been told by numerous people that I act "different" outside of school whether that is good or bad I don't know, but I'm hoping it's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-3829030771284161734?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/3829030771284161734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=3829030771284161734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3829030771284161734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3829030771284161734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-knew-it-would-be-good-day.html' title='I knew it would be a good day'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-1463504966753473301</id><published>2008-09-22T19:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:15:16.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><title type='text'>Teachers the Good the Bad and the Ugly</title><content type='html'>Teachers uggh, it is sometimes hard to remember they're people too. I think some adult brainwashing goes on that makes parents automatically assume all teachers are nice, they aren't. My least favorite teacher is my reading teacher. I think reading is a completely pointless topic. If you don't know how to read by 8th grade then oh well too bad so sad. Anyways this teacher (I call her buttface behind her back) she trys to be "hip and cool" but she isn't and you can tell she is trying to hard, also she always forgets to pick us up from electives so we are always at least 2 minutes late to our next class. Whenever we ask her questions she doesn't understand what we are asking and starts talking about something completely unrelated. She also has a real attitude issue. She asked us if we knew how to make a foldable and we all did so we sat there because no answer usually means that, no one has any questions. She had to have an atitude about it and she said, "well I aksed (yes she said aksed instead of asked, she can't even talk right and she is a reading teacher) you guys if you knew how to make a foldable and you looked at me like I had 12 heads, so oh well." Only one person had trouble making a foldable, so she just thinks we're stupid. She is the one who said the Pimple Brown and Snotty Sally thing too. She is kind of a hypocrite telling us that we can't tell people they're ugly, but she can say that stuff. This Next teacher is one of my favorites, my langauge arts teacher. She has 3 kids and one of them is our age. (although not all teachers with children are better buttface has kids too) She treats us as equals and she sometimes does get taken advantage of, but not by me. If we don't like the way other teachers are doing stuff (i.e. buttface forgetting to pick us up) we usually tell her and she says she'll talk to them about it. You can't exactly go up to a teacher and say, "Why can't you pick me up on time?" because that usually ends up being disrespectful or teachers just plain don't like you. But I'll save that for later. My next teacher is my social studies teacher. In one word she is......fair. Everything is the same for everyone, that is the biggest reason why I like her. She also talks about Rock Band and other video games with us sometimes, but we always get over work done first. Her class is one of my favorites. She explains stuff to us all the time (that is important in social studies) and she doesn't yell at us unless we talk too much. Math......=(. Math is one of my least favorite subjects (even though I'm great at it) we have homework every night and sometimes my math teacher gets a little looney. She some weird mumbo speak when her computer is acting weird. The only times her class is fun is when she tells us life stories my favorite is when she told us about the time she fell out of a tree. Last but not least Science. She is usually in a good mood but sometimes I don't know. These kids in my class talk constantly and aparently at the end of the day we are worse. I like science but sometimes she explains things confusing and I need to be re-explained. That is pretty much it. Now School Rules, I think school takes away one of our constitutional rights Freedom of speech. We aren't allowed to tell adults anything, such as, why didn't you finish grading my test, why are you always late, NO I don't want to sit down. Dress code takes this further, we have no way to express ourselves with clothing. People are going dress however they want regardless. I don't know why kids have such harsh rules and adults get is easy, I guess adults have a harsher penalty for breaking their laws, but ethier way it stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-1463504966753473301?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/1463504966753473301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=1463504966753473301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1463504966753473301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/1463504966753473301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/teachers-good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='Teachers the Good the Bad and the Ugly'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-2557289581719093682</id><published>2008-09-21T16:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:15:47.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><title type='text'>Physics Ugghh.</title><content type='html'>Well I'm doing my science homework *scarsm* yay *end sarcasm*. It is about balance and scales and other crap I really don't care about. The party I went to was fun. I think I caught a cold from toxic though. Maybe it is just because the only things I've eaten in the past 12 hours are cheesecake, popcorn and a smoothie. Detrimental has like no food at her house!&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a myspace account, but my parents won't let me. It stinks. I'd only talk to my friends and kids from school. Old people psshh. They don't understand that online social networking systems are the thing of this generation.... Well that is all for now, sorry this post is so short. I'm tired, hungry, dehydrated, and I have some homework to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-2557289581719093682?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/2557289581719093682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=2557289581719093682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2557289581719093682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/2557289581719093682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/physics-ugghh.html' title='Physics Ugghh.'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-9191403860906010060</id><published>2008-09-21T00:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:23:03.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='das Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adonis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempting fate'/><title type='text'>Sleepover and funninness</title><content type='html'>If this makes no sense at all it is because it is 12:26 AM and I'm at a sleepover. My friends (toxic and detrimental) are here, Red couldn't stay the night. I'm debating about telling them about das Gift. I'm not worried about them telling him. I'm worried about them thinking he is a loser, or something. Well I don't have much to write, so that is it. We are going to make lists of 5 things to tempt fate. I'll try and post it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-9191403860906010060?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/9191403860906010060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=9191403860906010060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/9191403860906010060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/9191403860906010060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleepover-and-funninness.html' title='Sleepover and funninness'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-3796228733192046906</id><published>2008-09-20T16:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:22:53.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepover'/><title type='text'>Dance, Parties and Weirds.</title><content type='html'>I went to my dance class today, it was more fun then last week (if that is even possible). I ordered these jazz/hip hop shoes I need. We got alot farther then we did last week. I wish I was on the competitive team, but I stink. I can do the streches and all of that, but the actual moving isn't so hot. I want to join a ballet place too, ballet is more my speed. I think all types of dance are great though. I don't know what was up with BM (big mouth) but I don't even care anymore. If I didn't know she had been dancing for a year I could swear she just started. She must not strech at all. I don't know how she can be a dancer and not be able to do splits. I can see why she isn't on the competitive team. She isn't dedicated. Well anyways, das Gift!! I can't wait until Monday so I can see him. Seriously that is my favorite part of the school day, seeing him come on/off the bus. I'm offically obesessed. I don't think it is very healthy to be obsessed and I need to get a life. I just got the October issue of Reader's Digest. It is my favorite mag. (newsweek is 2nd). I'm going to my friend's (I'll call her detrimental) B-day sleepover party thing. I have no clue how that will turn out. My one friend (I'll call her red) moved to another city. Red used to go to my school last year, but now she doesn't and I hardly see her. Red's parents don't like another friend of mine (I'll call her toxic). So detrimental told Red to tell Red's parents that toxic can't come. Otherwise Red wouldn't be able to come (Toxic is actually coming). I don't know if Red's parents will fall for it. They are pretty smart, and I don't think Red is a very good liar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-3796228733192046906?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/3796228733192046906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=3796228733192046906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3796228733192046906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/3796228733192046906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/dance-parties-and-weirds.html' title='Dance, Parties and Weirds.'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-6117339663176780697</id><published>2008-09-19T21:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:23:23.925-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='das Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adonis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinky'/><title type='text'>Why must I be totured???</title><content type='html'>Well this whole week was a rotten pile of fish. Das Gift didn't talk to me at all and he has a girlfriend. I did get to touch his hand when I got off the bus for bus drills, but like that really matters. I'm OBBSESSED! I can't believe it. I searched his name on google, myspace, and I'm seriously thinking about finding out how to track him down so I can talk to him online. Maybe I could look him up in the phone book...... Well that hasn't worked. I'm getting so frustrated. At least I have dance tomorrow. I wish I could just have a civil converstation with das Gift. I'm sure he thinks I'm a freak. I don't talk to anyone (on the bus, the only time he sees me) and when I do I look unhappy or groucy without meaning to be. I also like take a billion seconds to answer when he does talk to me (a total of 5 times this year) I'm hoping the 8th grade dance might be a turning point (that is like 6 months away) Hopefully I can sneak a picture of him so I can stare at his beautiful face all day long. His name means something about aphrodite, but it is a guys name. I haven't been able to locate him in the phonebook. Maybe my friends can help me at the sleepover tomorrow night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612682228776427318-6117339663176780697?l=clonespshh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/feeds/6117339663176780697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612682228776427318&amp;postID=6117339663176780697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6117339663176780697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612682228776427318/posts/default/6117339663176780697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clonespshh.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-must-i-be-totured.html' title='Why must I be totured???'/><author><name>Clone.Girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617617420500967811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBejdS2EHcA/SNVgmgG89UI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aH2nW34fO0I/S220/DSCN0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612682228776427318.post-6919572790424832122</id><published>2008-09-13T17:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:23:33.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='das Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adonis'/><title type='text'>das Gift, Dance and time.</title><content type='html'>Well this is my first post, I've been thinking about this blog for about two weeks. I've also formed numerous posts in my mind, but this is my first post. Okay so to start with I'm not using any real names, I'm making up names for everyone I want to talk about. das Gift is a boy I like. (again this is not his real name, and das Gift is a German word for poison. All the people I like or consider friends have some sort of toxic nature to their name) Well I just started off like a typical teenage girl would "I like this guy.... I not popular.... Everyone hates me..... I want to die" but I'm not like that. Actually I think very differently from my peers and even my parents (except my dad, we're pretty much like mind twins). I have no friends. I'm dead serious, this is my definition of a friend: someone who shares your interests, ideals, and personality. I want someone excatly like me to be friend is bascially what I'm saying. No one in my class is like me, but I found people who are tolerable. Back to das Gift, well he is everything I'm not, and everything that is important. I'm not going to sit here and describe his perfection, but rather my imperfection. I'm not a perfectionist (after a certain point I really don't care) but there are certain things that have to be just right and other things I sometimes overlook. When I do reports, I usually get a lot of sources, but I sometimes overlook length. The problems with other people aren't that they are different, but I am. I think other people are dumb, because they buy too much, are shallow, misinformed, and some people I dislike because they are plain stupid. I'm sure anyone intelligent enough to read a blog isn't like this, but so far the people I've been exposed to are. I'm hoping maybe in adulthood I'll have the perfect life, but I'll still be living in a the same world. My reading teacher (I'll call her buttface) is really superfical. She was asking us to write an essay about what we would do if we were forced to marry someone. She said "What if they were Snotty Sally or Pimple Brown" I thought she was talking about &lt;em&gt;snotty&lt;/em&gt; as in bratty, spoiled, stuck up, etc. but she was saying that they have snot running down their face all the time. I really think there is no need for an explanition about pimple brown. That &lt;strong&gt;deeply&lt;/strong&gt; offended me. I have acne, it isn't really bad and it is mostly under control, but people can't control what they look like. I wouldn't critize someone about the way they look if they can't help it. I'm getting completely off topic, well anyways onto dance.&lt;br /&gt;I started this jazz/hiphop dance thing today, and I had a great time. The dance it self was fairly simple, again I had people issues. The instructor was lovely, a lot of charisma, jovial, and she made me feel relaxed and didn't make me feel like an idiot or dummy because I don't know how to dance very well. It was this one girl in my class who also goes to my school (I'll call her Big Mouth or BM for short). BM had this attitude, like snobby. We don't talk much at school so I didn't expect to have an actual conversation with her, but I think she was mad at me for coming. I definetly know it wasn't because I'm better than her that is for sure. Here are my possible explanations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She thinks she is so much better than me at dance that I should be thanking her just to be in the same room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and another girl (Butt Brag BB for short, BB goes to my school) just joined the class today and BM might be PO because it was only her and another girl (Georgia, who goes to my school). So she is mad it isn't just her and Georgia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is mad I joined and I'm taking "her thing" this would make her less unique.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope whatever it is she loses the attitude soon. I just hate it when people are pissy and I don't know why. The other girls were fine. The instructor was happy that more people are coming, and she is putting an add out in the paper, so more people are going to be coming. Besides if someone from my class wanted to take Yoga, with me (Yes I do yoga) I would be excited and eager to share tips with them and happy to have someone to discuss yoga with. I guess me and BM just have different personalities, and dance is the only semi-unique thing about her, so she didn't want someone else to "take it". I really don't even care any more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I was watching a show about time, but now I'm watching bring it on again. Shows about time and time travel always blow my mind. It was really awesome, but I'm not a physicist, and I don't feign interest in those subjects. Bring it on again is more my tempo, except I think cheerleaders get a bad rep. They have to train really hard and they do cool flips and stuff. They are the limbo between gymnastics and dancers. I think these movies make their rep. worse. The one lady sounds like a stuck-up, narcissitic, brat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that is it for now. 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